Novel & Cerita Ragatha X Jax

“Sorry I'm John Blackwell, and I'm the Beta to my Best Friend here Jaxson Thomas, and we are from the Red Crest Pack, and I think I just found my very beautiful mate. Am I right?” I try to hold my blush, but I don't think it's working very well because he has the cutest smile on display, and I think it's just for me. “I think you might be right John, pleased to meet you, and you too Alpha Jaxson.” I put my hand out in front of John and Jaxson to shake their hands but as Jaxson grabs my hand, he bends his head down ever so slightly and takes a deep breath. “Who are you here with tonight?”

When he looked up, Asher’s blood turned to ice. Jax. “Well, well,” Jax drawled, jumping down with a predatory grace. He was wearing a grease-stained tank top that showed off shoulders that belonged in a Greek myth. “I knew you had a rebellious streak, Lila, but I didn't think you’d sink to the level of hanging out with the Reapers. Their hygiene is questionable at best.” “Jax?” Lila gasped, her eyes widening. “What are you doing here? I thought you were the 'Golden Boy' of Manhattan.”

But he found me after Thursday's practice, waited until everyone else had cleared out, and said: "Your media girl was in the film room with Jax for two hours today." Then he walked away. That was the whole conversation. The thing about Jax was this—he was good. Genuinely, infuriatingly good, the kind of player who made everything look easy because for him it mostly was. And he knew it. Jax Rivera had been aware of his own magnetism since roughly the age of fourteen and had spent every year since then working with it like a tool. Smooth, funny, the first one to make a new person feel welcome in any room. He was exactly the kind of person Elena would get good material from.

the man said in a very angry tone. "Look Jay is very hard to crack but I promise you can have her, she is a virgin so she is worth the wait. I promise sir we had a deal, I'll slip something in her water." Stacy said to the very angry man. So she was selling us out what the hell.

His legs were weak, his internal stabilizers struggling to recalibrate after the merger, but he stood tall as he saw a familiar silhouette emerging from the smoke of a nearby chemical fire. Jax was limping, his face covered in soot and his left arm hanging uselessly at his side, but he was grinning. Behind him stood a small army of the dispossessed Node 402, the street-techs from Dr. Aris’s district, and the "Grit-Jackers" who had spent their lives hiding from the Obsidian Circle’s sensors. "You look like hell, Vance," Jax rasped, stopping a few feet away. He looked at Alexander’s glowing eyes, and his expression softened into one of awe. "But I’m guessing you’re not just 'Vance' anymore, ar

The blackmail twist felt like the final nail in the coffin of her trust. Rage exploded across Jax’s face as the video ended. He grabbed the laptop and smashed it against the concrete floor, shattering it into pieces. “That bitch,” he snarled, voice pure venom. “She played us all.” His hands shook with fury as he paced the warehouse, eyes wild with the need to destroy something. Elara watched him, her own anger mixing with the deep, complicated love she felt for the man who had become her everything.

" ********************* He is JAXON WILSON, the bad boy. . . She is SAMARA GRAY, the good girl. Haters or lovers? What changes will come in their life when they both share the same room?

"Make sure you stay out of my way; I won't be responsible if you get hurt." "I'm looking forward to it." Atlas replied, a cocky smirk working its way onto his face. Author's Note For general updates, follow my Instagram. Username - xendmostmarsx