Tadc Jax Angst Novels & Stories

“Make it quick... I'm dying.” “Oh, but that's the point, old pal,” Jax's voice dropped just below a whisper. “That's what makes it all the more... fulfilling. With you weak and writhing, I'm allowed to enjoy your misery. To take my sweet time, witnessing your torture. A dream I've had for years. You have no idea how much this very moment means to me.” His cracked his neck muscles by moving his head sideways, and I had that nagging inhibition that he was about to leap at Ferrara, and finish him off. I can't let that happen!

Hutton's POV Today was a sad one for me. I was just so angry after what I found out today in school. It was a painful one, and it hurt more to know clearly that there was just nothing I could do. Xander is just a devil reincarnated, a cold-hearted and ruthless boy who I wish I could kill. I badly wish I could slit his throat and hang him in the middle of the market. I hate him with all my heart and soul, but then it would only be in my heart. The hatred would be there while I watched him do whatever he liked with anyone he wanted to do with.

“Uh, something like that. If you meant that I think Xavier told her that Rhett was dead, then yes.” “Of course, bruv.” Chills whistled and walked off to the shadows, picking up a dark gray fur coat. “Sorry. I didn’t want to mess up my fur in the fight. Had to take it off.” “It’s around ninety-five degrees in DC today.” “I like it hot, just like you.” Jax had no idea what that meant, but he was sure he’d smoked a joint when he was in the bathroom. That twisted, earthy scent of marijuana and sage drifted off the fur.

he finished, ogling me from the head down, his eyes as perverted as before. “What do you mean?!” I shouted in panic. For a moment, fear gripped me like a vice. “Don’t joke with me, Cain. It’s not amusing anymore.” “Oh don’t worry, ” he smirked before standing up and adjusting his grey blazer. “The drug is called Xtaxxi. The dose that I gave you is only minimal. Don’t worry, it will not harm you. I needed to do that so that you wouldn’t fight me off.”

“I wasn't expecting the cool ambiance. But I like it.” “Well, I love to surprise. How was the rest of your day?” I exhaled deeply and turned to Tyler, who was now lost in his own thoughts. Did I do something wrong? I took his hands and caressed it softly, and I pulled him out of his alternate reality. “What’s wrong?” “Um, you mentioned a surprise. Jax told me that before he left.” “You need to see a doctor. You're having post–relationship trauma.” “I’m not.” He argued apprehensively.

I watched him go and cried quiet behind the desk. It rained hard that night. Thunder and wind. Around ten someone knocked loudly on my apartment door. I looked through the peephole, Jax stood there soaked, rain poured off his jacket. His hair stuck to his face. I opened the door. “Jax you should not be here.” He stepped inside dripping on the floor. “I can not leave it like this. Please talk to me.” I closed the door. “I am scared. What if you get angry and hurt me?”

A deep breath escaped my lips and I took the paper close to the flame and held it there, inches away from the bright light. I had read it, now it was time to throw it out, but… The flame ignited a tiny bit corner and the embers glowed orange but were soon smothered to a cold grey. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t burn the paper in the flame. I didn’t know why but I just couldn’t. I pulled my hand back and looked at the paper, my eyes catching ‘Mr. Jacob West’ and ‘dominant’ in the same line. “...if it’s truly what you want, you know where to find me…”

of the Disconnect: a group of people who lived in the spaces between the rules. Jax sat in the center of the glow. He was twenty-four years old with messy hair and eyes that hadn't seen a full night’s sleep in a week. To the rest of the world, Jax didn't exist because he had no bank account, no driver’s license, and no social media profile; however, to those who knew where to look, Jax was the best "eye" in the city. On his main screen, a simple graph of weather data from Oakland was dancing. The wind speed was jumping in a pattern that made no sense for a storm.

“Sorry.” “Fuck.” Jax turned and stalked down the hallway. His rage was finally overwhelming him after keeping it in check for hours, and he had to get out, get away. He barrelled down the stairs, not interested in waiting for the elevator, and he burst outside. The autumn chill was refreshing and it cleared his head, but that wasn’t a good thing. It made his thoughts sharper, more painful – and that made him more angry. Jax leaned back against the brick wall next to the ambulance bay, trying to calm his breathing. All he could think about was finding Dave and putting him in a coma. And that would be if the fucker was lucky.

The sound would have been sickening to anyone other than Jaxon; this was music to his ears. "You want to know why I care boy?" Jaxon asked, almost taunting him. Chance glared up at him before spitting blood onto the floor. Jaxon stepped closer, till he was towering right over Chance. "Because she's mine." Jaxon finished the meeting with a hit to Chances temple. † Juliette stared at the Princess across the desk, looking for the sincerity in her eyes. It was there for sure. "It was inappropriate for me to fight with you, especially over a man who was never mine," Maya said. He words were laced with sadness and depression. She must be overly depressed, while Juliette only felt numb.