Vannamelon X Jax Novels & Stories

"Venom took the bait. He's offering me work." Jax's expression sharpened, and he pushed back from the desk, rising to his full imposing height of six-foot-four. The movement caused his shirt to ride up slightly, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the defined muscles of his abdomen and the dark trail of hair that disappeared beneath his belt. "What kind of work?"

I reached out and smeared a streak of blue right across his cheekbone, then another down the bridge of his nose. “Lila,” he warned, a low growl of laughter in his chest. “This shirt cost more than your first car.” “Then it’s about to become a masterpiece,” I laughed, grabbing a tube of Crimson and flicking a spray of red across his chest. Jax didn't wait for a second invitation. He grabbed a tube of Titanium White and squeezed it into his palm, lunging for me. I shrieked, darting behind the easel, but he was faster. He caught me by the waist, spinning me around and pressing his paint-covered hand against my neck, the cold, slick sensation making me gasp.

Jax tried to ease my worries. Beside us, Sophie and Cage were locked in their own battle. Sophie had just knocked down seven pins, and Zharn was hyping her up like she’d won an Olympic medal. Jax stepped behind me, lowering his voice near my ear. "You need to relax your wrist. Your power is in your wrist, Scarlett." My name rolled smoothly off his tongue. I stiffened at his closeness. "I am relaxed." He chuckled. "Not with the amount of tension in your shoulders."

Maya greets me, her voice breathless. "He made breakfast, Maya. French toast. And he apologized for being a jerk about the therapy session," I say, leaning back in my chair. "Wait, the session he booked?" Maya’s tone shifts instantly. "How was that, by the way? I looked him up after we texted. Elena, do you have any idea who that man is? Jaxon Deluca is the number one sex therapist in L.A. People fly in from New York just to get a twenty-minute consultation with him. He’s a god in that field."

“Keep moaning around Daddy’s cock while your alpha daddies finally take what’s been ours all along—every hole, every scream, every last drop of you.” Jaxon steps behind me, his hands spreading my ass as he lines up and pushes in with one relentless thrust, filling me completely. Dante reaches down, his steady fingers claiming my swaying breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples until I cry out around Nikolai. I’ve known these four lethal, dominant men my whole life, my father Sebastian’s closest allies, the guardians who kept me safe. Jaxon Alexander Voss: the billionaire cage fighter who owns empires and breaks men with a cold smile.

Annalise: The sound of glass shattering echoed through the room. My hand trembled as I stared down at the fragments scattered across the floor, red wine bleeding into the white marble like spilled rage. “They went out,” the messenger stammered, looking down at the glass, clearly questioning is own words before saying them. “All day, Alpha Xavier and his Luna. The whole pack knows. He took her to the coast, just the two of them. The guards say…” “Enough,” I hissed.

“That was beautiful, pet. But we’re only getting started. I still have so many ways to break you tonight.” He walked to the door and opened it. “Come in. She’s more than ready.” A second tall, muscular, tattooed man stepped into the room — shirtless, with a dangerous, hungry smirk. Elena’s eyes widened in shock and fresh, exhausted arousal as the new dominant approached the table, running a possessive hand up her thigh. “Fuck… she looks even better than you described,” the man said. Marcus chuckled. “Elena, meet Jax. He’s going to help me destroy you completely tonight.”

“Enough. Our objective is the Instance. The rules seem simple: survive seven days. But nothing in an A-Class is ever simple.” His words are a bucket of cold water. Luna shakes her head, visibly pulling herself together. Letting a rookie get under your skin is a rookie mistake. A deadly one. She takes a breath, her glare shifting from me to the other four. “Fine. Abilities. Now.” “I’ll go first.” A wiry guy steps forward. “Name’s Jax. My Class Ability is ‘Mirage.’ It creates a brief visual distortion. My starter pack had 300 points. Haven’t spent them yet.”

He hugged Lee. “I’m going to miss having you around”. “Me too”. VVVVV Takashi stood opposite the club a lot of people lined up for. Jun said the mole would meet him here. “Takashi right?” a girl said appearing out of nowhere. His heart leaped out of his chest, but he kept it under control. “Who’s asking?” “Geiru” she replied. “That doesn’t help me or you”. “Mole from Red Dawn”. “Oh!”

Too much? "I know how it is," Brett smiled responsively, raising his hand with his beer clutched within the grasp of his fingers. Jasper's gaze followed his gesture to a familiar woman with ashy blonde hair and greasy, dark roots, her smile slathered with blood red lipstick that contrasted her pale skin. The woman was clad with moles and freckles the man affectionately noted were worn better by her daughter. "Have you seen Mona's daughter?" The man raised the question with a crooked smile.