Vannamelon X Jax Novels & Stories

Her Vampiric Power was ‘Invisibility’. Joy’s crimson face turned away to hide the blush but not in time as all the sextuplets grinned at her as they watched her shy away and grumble something under her breath in the lines of, “I will kill that nerdy, dirty bastard for telling on me.” “No way !” Jax whined while kicking ass from behind the witches while Kai caught those kicked butts before torturing them to death using his Vampiric Power of ‘Pain Illusion’. “Why is the most attractive species out of you all fvcktards mateless ?” Jax further wailed.

“Sorry for the wait, Mr. Martin. Mr. Romano isn’t at his desk right now, but I can take a message for him and make sure he gets back to you as soon as possible.” The second the line was live again, Jax dropped to his knees and crawled under the desk to her spread thighs. He didn’t tease. He shoved her legs wider apart, and dove in like a possessed man, dragging his tongue straight up her soaked slit in one long, filthy lick all the way up to her throbbing clit. Delilah’s hips jerked hard. “Fuuuuck…” she breathed, barely masking it as a thoughtful hum into the phone, managing to keep her voice steady as she continued talking. “Yes, the designs for the evening wear… ah… we’re going with the sh

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

Behind him, two girls were giggling as they helped him carry more stuff in. "Ladies, ladies. You're too kind." He winked at them. "But I can handle it from here." They left, still giggling, he whistled at their backsides as they left, and then he turned to us. "Roommates! Excellent." He dropped his bags, crossed the room in three strides and stuck his hand out to me. "Jax Monroe. Werewolf and the future Alpha of the Monroe pack. And you're Calla Thorne. The girl who broke the internet's heart."

"I didn't even say hello. I just leaned in, smelled her neck, and growled 'Mine.'" Fennigan nearly choked on his laughter, slapping the desk. "I remember that! You were practically vibrating. You said something about her smelling like the finest vanilla in the world, and what did she say, Jax? Tell the boy." Jax rubbed the back of his neck, looking sheepish. "She looked me dead in the eye, didn't blink at the giant wolf-man hovering over her, and said: 'If you like the smell, it’s my shampoo. Five dollars at Target.'"

Tonight would be the first time he'd see Nova since she shattered their matebond and he still didn't know where to put his eyes when she walked in. He was going to stand there, and watch her become Luna, and clap. And mean it. And break apart later where no one could see. "Ready, Gamma?" Jax said, offering his arm to Marra. It was the least he could do. The guesture of trying, but it cost him everything. "Yes," Marra answered. "Are you sure it's not too soon?" "Not at all. We need someone in that seat."

My head snapped up—and there he was. Jaxon. Leaning against a tree. Shirtless. Trousers hanging low on his hips. The moonlight clung to every hard line of him—the sculpted abs, the powerful arms, the jaw that looked carved from sin itself. His skin glowed faintly under the silver light, like the night was built just to worship him. If the moon was beautiful, he was devastating. "Will you keep staring," he asked lazily, "or are you planning to get out of the water?"

"Dada make!" We both laughed, and took off our shoes to head onto the beach. The sand was warm and inviting, and we set up our beach gear quickly. I sat down on our flamingo design beach blanket with Camilla, and watched Jaxon roll up his pant legs to the knees. He flashed me a sexy grin and headed out into the water to fill up a plastic bucket. When he came back he was soaking wet and laughing; his suit was utterly destroyed by the salt water. And I could tell that he didn't care at all. "Okay, gorgeous, let's build this thing!" he told Camilla, who laughed and smiled. My husband was the most perfect man who had ever lived. "Sara, can you get us some shells? We want this thing to be beautif

That scene, thinking about it now, still makes Annabelle's heart race. But it was also this hand that once held a small harmonica and sat by the lake playing a tune called "Oldloch". Although the harmonica had a few notes that were out of tune, the melody was heartfelt and enchanting, leaving a deep impression on Annabelle. Throughout, in Annabelle's heart, Jax has always been the type of person who speaks few harsh words. He is tall, strong, with neat short hair and an aura of solemnity, to the extent that every time Annabelle sees him, she feels a bit fearful.

“What do you want?” All three stood in the hallway, still shirtless and glistening from their workout, shorts riding low. Jax’s green eyes were dark with hunger. Kai wore that wicked half-smile, hazel eyes sparkling. Damon’s massive frame filled the space, ice-blue stare locked on her like he could see straight through the thin fabric covering her body.