Tadc Jax Angst Novels & Stories

“Please… I can’t. Not again.” Tank didn’t talk much. He just stared at her like a price he'd been gifted, already palming the bulge in his dirty cargo pants. The big man was easily six-five and built like a fridge. Jax sat down in one of the chairs, legs spread, and lit a cigarette. “Strip her.”

I say quietly against her lips with our foreheads touching so that we are in our own bubble. That bubble burst beyond repair. “Tempest! C.H.A.O.S.! Come play with us!” Jaxson shouts. Next thing I know he is flipping up from the rail where he was hanging from. How long has he been there just hanging out? Literally! He lands behind Carly and me, leaning on me to steady him. That monkey is going to hurt that metal-pinned and platted leg again. I’ve heard horror stories of this man when he is on pain meds, and I do not want to deal with a loopy fairy. I’m sorry Sidhe. He gets angry when we call him a fairy.

His breath shook every minute he tried to control his raw anger. His body twitched nonstop. His breath was jagged. It felt like every inch of his skin had erupted in flames. His explosion was like a ticking time bomb. But for the sake of the elder, he fought back against his destructive anger, winning barely. “Calm the fuck down, Jax. Everything is under control.” With those triggering words, he let it out. All of the deadly rage he shoved deep inside him. His explosive outburst. His anxiety. His greatest fear. He let it all out without holding back.

Jake nodded as they picked up their pace, jogging at an aggressive speed. It would be good to bleed out some of his angst through his sweat glands. Pumping iron for the afternoon might help as well, but he wasn't sure if he could force himself to stay busy and not hit her up again for dinner. Rejection was assured, but it didn't matter. He would subtly push until she told him to go away for good. She'd have to mean it, too, which she didn't just yet. "I can't seem to take my eyes off of her. She's fucking with my sleep, my moods, my eating, my workouts. I sound like a high school girl with a crush."

Dante says "What!? No I have only three months." I shriek "Dude don't say that to her. She is a perfectionist. Everything has to be right and on time or she is going to need that whole bottle of Xanax's." Jace says laughing "He's right. But she knows we will help any way we can." Markus says

“Let’s all go sit down “. He offered as he set off for the couch in the corner of the room. “Just talk. Tell us about yourself, we’ll tell you about ourselves “. The two others threw themselves down on the beanbags and Finn sat tentatively on the edge of the couch clasping his hands together awkwardly in his laps. “I’ll start “. Jax offered. “So um, my name is Jax Monroe, I’m in my second year here and i’m from Leicester. Finn nodded along looking up from where he had been staring at his hands. Now that he listened, he could pick up a faint accent slipping through his practiced dialect. “I’ve been into contemporary dance since I was around ten. But I also do hip pop and a couple other things

He had a hand firmly planted on the small of Joshua’s back, his fingers splayed wide over the blue silk. The scent coming off Jax was a low, rolling thrum of Alpha dominance—neutral, powerful, and utterly foreign. "Dr. J," one of the Council elders called out, stepping forward. "We began to worry you’d been delayed." Joshua smiled. It was a beautiful, hollow thing. "My apologies. My partner and I lost track of time. Jax, this is the Harrington Council. Everyone, this is Jax Thorne. He’s a specialist in... private security."

“And now you brought a woman and a kid into your business.” My jaw tightened. “Don’t talk about them like they’re collateral.” “I’m talking about reality,” Jax said evenly. “And reality doesn’t give a fuck about your feelings.” I stepped closer. , my chest nearly brushing his. “Watch your tone.” He didn’t back down an inch. “Watch your blind spot.” Silence stretched between us. “She’s scared,” I admitted finally, “Mara. She’s holding it together with duct tape and caffeine.” “I know,” Jax replied. “Rhea told me.”

"Go get patched up. I want you at your best when we sign those papers. I’d hate for people to think my future husband was... weak." "V, I am officially retiring," Jax’s voice was wheezing in my ear. I was walking down the hallway toward the study, the sound of Antonio’s distant, muffled curses echoing behind me. "I have seen a lot of things in my time as a hacker, but watching a billionaire get humbled by a set of molars is the peak of my career. He’s currently in the medical wing, and the doctor told him he might have nerve damage. Antonio told him it was 'the price of passion.'"

* *Do try to make me feel welcome. *Jax* My vision goes red. The letter crumples in my fist. Three days. Jax Thorn is coming. And he's coming for her. My wolf howls. Kill the threat.