Novel & Cerita Vannamelon X Jax

He slowly adjusted the heavy sticks on his shoulder, his gaze dropping to Liam's hand before tracking back up to his face. "I know who you are, Vance," Jaxson whispered, his jaw working silently against the cold static of the hallway. "You're the guy who got his funding. Now go back to your girlfriend. I have a game to prep for." Without another word, the captain turned on his heel and walked toward the ice tunnel, the heavy crunch of his training shoes disappearing into the shadows of the arena.

I hope not. I look down at Jax who is standing next to me holding my set of rings. Jace is standing next to Axel holding his set. Even though they are twins we encouraged them to pick what they wanted to wear for the ceremony. And what they chose is the exact opposite of the other one. Jax is wearing a new pair of black jeans, a white button-up shirt, a kutte made just for him, and cowboy boots. And it looks good on him. When Viper saw him I could see the pride in his eyes. Hell, I'm proud of my son. Yea he may not have our blood but he and Jace are our sons.

I said as I gave her my coffee mug. “Yes! score for me!” I said as I enjoyed the taste of the vanilla coffee beans that were freshly steamed by the hot water that was boiling in the black kettle over the stovetop. I need to stop rolling over to these pretty girl’s demands, soon I will end up like Seth, A domesticated house pet who will roll over for anyone for a belly scratch. But not right now. That belly scratch will have to wait another day. I cleared my throat “Emma this is Gary’s Nephew, Vampire prince, Jax Reed” I said as I introduced them so casually.

Isabelle ask nonchalantly,who was she kidding Jamie is the famous one. Jamie": "Am sorry sis but I've known Xander for a long time now,and I met him today at the ice-cream shop,buying a vanilla flavor ice cream ,I asked him who he bought it for knowing Xander hates vanilla and he said he heard me calling and bought it for me" . Sasha: " Are you using anything vanilla ...." " No am not,goodbye I've work to do"Isabelle cut in, understanding that this two sly devil will compell her to do something.

Then his eyes. Mismatched. One blue so pale it's almost silver. One dark amber that glows like backlit whiskey. Both fixed on the camera like he already knows who's staring back and exactly what they're thinking. The caption loads beneath. ‘Jax. Lycan Alpha Emperor. Annual Unity Gala, 2025.* The air leaves my lungs in one violent exhale.

As I turn to the person, I'm immediately wrapped in a bone crushing hug that has me wincing "My ribs!" Caramel releases me immediately, a panicked look on his face as he clutches his hand to his chest "Va-Vanilla, are you okay? D-Did I hurt you?" I manage to smile at him. He absolutely has no idea how funny his last sentence sounds "I am okay. My ribs. Not so much" Mel has his hair all roughened up and there are dark circles under his eyes, which gives him a bad boy look that clashes with his baby one but is still hot, oddly enough.

Maria exhaled as W bent forward to adjust her fishnet stockings and Aal painted her lips to match her marooned colored hijab-- --and Jacq, she just stood to wear her jackets just as Amelia, one of performers had rounded off the stage. "Give it up for one of our favorites-" Jones yelled into the microphone, loudly above the music and the most of the crowds cheered-- -some of whom were either unsatisfied from their partners or just unhappy from their draining jobs or just the old fashioned creeps that couldn't get a girl. Either way, the crowds cheering was all we looked forward to-- "Wu!" Jones had called before the music loudened and Wu bounced the edges of hair in front the mirror.

I asked while taking a seat without averting my gaze from Finn even though I didn’t have its attention and was instead on pastries. “Jaxson’s mother, Mrs. Ruella Madrigal was once a model in her life. She wasn’t just a model actually, she was very popular. ” Finn paused for a moment to talk to the staff who approached us to pick up my order. "Only caramel macchiato for me, I am still full." I said. When the woman finally left and got our order I looked at Finn with chubby eyes because of my interest in what he knew. “Jaxson’s mother was a model, and so was Daniella. So why would he be upset if I try such a career too? It doesn't seem to be related— ”

"Where the hell are the perimeter guards?" From the second transport, a tall, gaunt man with a jagged scar running across his mouth stepped down. He wore the dark crimson armor of the Blood-Moon pack, and a massive executioner's axe was strapped to his spine. This was Beta Jaxon, Alpha Vance's most ruthless enforcer. Jaxon sniffed the air, his nose wrinkling in immediate disgust. "Something is wrong, Damon. The air smells of copper. And there is a faint scent... like jasmine and winter-mint."

Behind me, Jax sat in the corner like a storm cloud, shoulders hunched, jaw tight. Then, without warning, he picked up the watermelon from the table. It was whole, uncut and crushed it in his fist. The sound it made was… unpleasant. A wet, squelching burst followed by the sloppy thud of red pulp hitting the floor. It was disgusting, sure, but I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t also a little impressive. Only Jax could make destroying fruit look like some kind of raw power move. I didn’t comment. I just turned back to my phone, pretending the splatter on the counter didn’t exist. That was our way: if you didn’t want to talk about it, you didn’t.