Novel & Cerita Vannamelon X Jax

he jerked his thumb toward Jace, “to not drive you off a cliff when his emotional damage catches up.” Jace didn’t even flinch. Just flicked the ash from his cigarette and leaned heavier into me, his arm still around my waist. Possessive. Casual. Deadly. “I’m fine,” I said. Jaxon grinned, striding over like he didn’t care that Jace was still touching me. “You sure? I brought a helmet. And snacks.” “Snacks?” I echoed. “Beef jerky,” he said seriously. “And gummy bears. I'm a man of depth.”

"We were just apart for less than 24 hours. Have you already eaten everything? What do you consider ice cream to be, water? Air?" "I don't care! Give me some ice cream!" Jaxon's rage flared up again, and he yelled, "Hurry up!" Veronica looked him up and down; Jaxon stood in front of her, tall and motionless, with a golden ratio height, wearing a twill shirt on him like a perfect template, attractive and robust. She returned her gaze to his face. Aside from his rage, his face seemed in excellent condition, and his eyes were deep and vibrant under the heavy brows, looking at her scorching.

Either way, he was about to get a private lesson from Delilah Voss, the queen of on-screen orgasms. The door knocked softly, and I smiled, adjusting the straps of my bra. "Come in," I called, my voice husky from all the moaning I'd done earlier. Jax stepped inside, closing the door behind him. He was even hotter up close— messy dark hair, sharp jawline shadowed with stubble, and a tight t-shirt that hugged his muscled chest. His jeans did nothing to hide the bulge already forming at the front. Nerves flickered in his green eyes, but there was hunger there too.

However, the most stupefying revelation was that Jax- the ultimate fucker found his mate too ! You wouldn’t believe it but she was a newborn ! And not only that, she is basically related to him by blood but shush, no one has been told about it save for our parents and us sextuplets. Poor boy. He will have to wait for at least 18 years to mate now !! “So your make up artist still turning you into Cruella Deville ?” the most exasperating thing in my life asked through the mindlink again. “Dre, don’t force me to turn your ugly face into a faceless one. Lemme just learn my vows and let the hairdressers do their work. I am so nervous,” I confessed through the mind link.

He could have punched something, someone. After some special research, Jaxon had found out it was Chance Bennett, a very good warrior in his pack. But he would make sure they weren't together forever, if its the last thing his jealous wolf did.

However, the most stupefying revelation was that Jax- the ultimate fucker found his mate too ! You wouldn’t believe it but she was a newborn ! And not only that, she is basically related to him by blood but shush, no one has been told about it save for our parents and us sextuplets. Poor boy. He will have to wait for at least 18 years to mate now !! “So your make up artist still turning you into Cruella Deville ?” the most exasperating thing in my life asked through the mindlink again. “Dre, don’t force me to turn your ugly face into a faceless one. Lemme just learn my vows and let the hairdressers do their work. I am so nervous,” I confessed through the mind link.

" ********************* He is JAXON WILSON, the bad boy. . . She is SAMARA GRAY, the good girl. Haters or lovers? What changes will come in their life when they both share the same room?

Jaxson must feel my anxiousness because the next thing I know he has a hold of my hand running his thumb over my knuckles. “Don’t worry, my queen. Everyone will love you.” His kind words manage to relax me a little and I begin to feel better. We pull up to the pack house and climb out of the truck to so many people, Jaxson comes to my side and wraps his arms around me and guides me to the front stoop he turns us to face everyone and manages to quiet everyone without saying a word. Then he looks out to everyone, takes a deep breath, and says, “Fellow Red Crest pack members, I know many of you are wondering who this beautiful she-wolf is beside me, and I am here to inform you that this beautif

the most intimidatingly chic salon in Elmhurst, a place I usually crossed the street to avoid. A vinyl cape was tied around my neck, and I was trapped in a chair facing a giant mirror. I looked like a terrified moth in a very expensive cocoon. Jax was leaning against my station, having a low-voiced, intense conversation with a stylist named Chloe, who had hair the color of champagne and an expression that said she’d seen everything. “No, not shorter on the sides,” Jax said, gesturing at my head like it was a topographical map he was planning an invasion on. “It’s already too helmet-y. We need texture. Something that doesn’t look like his mom still cuts it with a bowl.”

"I prefer to call it efficiency." We'd just started our appetizers - seared scallops with moon-nectar reduction - when the glass doors swung open with violence that could only belong to a Lycan. Jaxon walked in, looking like he'd spent three hours punching his way out of a cage. His scent preceded him by ten feet - sharp, agitated, thick with ozone. Beside him, Selene was fragile piety, lower lip trembling just enough to be noticed. "What do you mean, canceled?" Jaxon's voice wasn't a shout. It carried the weight of a physical blow.