Tadc Jax Angst Novels & Stories

I wanted to scream at the sky, to demand some kind of cosmic accounting for how far this had all spiraled beyond anything resembling reason. Jaxx hit the gravel hard, his hands catching his weight at the last second. He let out a wet, rattling cough, a dark splatter of blood spraying across the grey stones directly beneath his face. His shoulders shook violently as he tried to drag air into his ruined lungs, and the sound of his labored breathing carved itself permanently into my memory, a sound I knew would haunt every silence for the rest of my life.

Others stared at the ground with clenched fists, the weight of loss pressing down on all of them. Jax stood at the head of the table, shoulders slumped, eyes sunken from another sleepless night. His side still ached from the raid wound, but that pain was nothing compared to the hole in his chest. He had barely spoken since they returned from the Viper meet. The club was fracturing — arguments in the halls, blame being thrown in every direction. Hazel’s disappearance, Mikey’s death... it was too much.

I spotted Mom and Dad heading out—Dad shot Trevor a look so sharp the poor guy nearly pissed himself. I was putting him through hell, but I'd keep him safe. I could be a bitch, not a monster. "Ryan? No!" Trevor looked genuinely offended... until his eyes flicked to our left. And that time, real fear set in his eyes, "I'm afraid of Alpha Jaxon." My gaze snapped to Jaxon—on what, his tenth drink? Maybe more. Jane had left with some guy. I'd seen them go. So Jaxon stood alone at the bar—dead-eyed, rigid, and looking like he wanted to rip Trevor apart molecule by molecule. And knowing him? He could do it in minutes. He didn't even need to put in any effort—that man simply was a beast under a dea

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At least when Jax did smoke he seemed to be in a better mood than when he was drinking. I had a very strong suspicion that Jax was suffering from manic depression, but I knew that he was not in a head space where I could talk to him openly and honestly about it. I was starting to see that Jax was struggling with an addiction to alcohol. It made me question whether he had struggled in the past with any other types of addiction. Unfortunately, with the tension between us, there was no way that I could talk with him about that either.

Jax towered over both of us. Three months ago, he had a massive growth spurt right before his wolf came. Jax said, "Would you even hear it if she said no before? You talk so fucking much." He reached out and pulled Ang's ponytail lightly. "Hey, hands off sasquatch!" Ang said loudly as she rounded on Jax. She raised her hand to slap him, but stopped as the teacher walked in and the bell rang. I kind of enjoyed watching Ang and Jax. I think they are going to end up together. Though Jax has started looking at me like I am more than a friend and I hate that.

Even Tiger's image flashing in her head right now couldn't take that away from her. She brought her arms to his waist, wrapping it around them and smiled when she heard him grunt contentedly and tighten the hug. She didn't need a therapist, she just needed him. He gave the best hugs, besides her mom that is. One hug a day keeps the therapist away and keeps Jade from going insane.

Alex’s moans turned into sobs of overwhelming pleasure-pain, his cock leaking steadily into Jax’s fist. “You’re not leaving until I’ve emptied my balls at least twice more,” Jax growled, biting down on his shoulder hard enough to leave a fresh mark. “Gonna breed you so full you’ll be leaking my cum all the way back to your dorm. Everyone’s gonna wonder why the quiet swimmer is walking funny tomorrow.”

Her panicked expression sets my blood to boil, like she had just been caught doing something she shouldn’t have. “It’s just from training,” she said, pulling her shirt down and moving to sit in her chair. She never trains. ‘I’ll kill him.’ Jax was fighting for control. ‘Jayce, I will rip his fucking throat out. I will claw his heart out and eat it! LET ME GO!’ Jax was growling inside of me. I had never seen him this angry.

“It’s so lonely. There’s nobody to talk to. And there’s nobody to play with. Daddy is always busy. I hate going to therapy. They think something is wrong with me, but nothing is wrong with me. I just miss you guys so much.” Aurora couldn’t stop the tears that kept sliding down her cheeks. “It’s okay, baby,” she whispered gently. “It’s okay. You’re here now. You’re here.” She brushed his hair back carefully. “Tell me… how do you feel?” Jaxon looked down at his hands. “It hurts,” he admitted quietly. “It hurts so much. It hurts really bad. My hair keeps falling off. I keep coughing blood. And it hurts here.” He placed his fingers against his chest.