Windbreaker Jay Novels & Stories

Jay Corben sported a very short hairstyle. Since he was going to take part in an event later, he had on very light makeup. He wore a short, black, casual jacket with a loose white T-shirt on the inside, as well as a pair of black ripped jeans and black boots. Having worked in the entertainment industry for a long time, Jay seemed much more confident. He also had a strong presence. However, his cool, bad-boy vibe hadn’t changed at all. Morty Wayne wore a loose denim jacket and a loose white T-shirt on the inside. Likewise, he also wore a pair of black jeans and camel-colored boots…

Not even get bored of it. "Are you staring at my ass?" Jayla asked, feeling the stare. "Yeah, I bet they are firm and soft." He smirked, using his triceps to support his body on the bed. "Why are you so bold?" She said picking a long-sleeved white shirt, a mini black skirt and lastly a black jacket crop to associate with her outfit. "Because I'm not Max if I'm not bold and straightforward." He said picking a cigarette out of his pocket.

The man warned in a grim voice and Jay felt his pulse leaping. Maya silently walked down the road with her satchel secured around her shoulder, she wore a leather jacket over her black tank top and black skinny jeans. The wind roared and the heavy downpour started, she pulled her leather jacket close to her and zipped it all the way up to her throat. The rain drenched her hair and jeans yet, she walked ahead towards the 24/7 bar which stood in the dark area. It was just past one thirty and an early prey waited for her, it was time for her hunt.

Ashley POV Jayden was checking himself out in the massive mirror, eyes trailing from head to toe. His dyed light brown hair was a mess, and he had just enough makeup on to cover the small scar on his left cheek. Titanium earrings dangled from his ears, and rings wrapped around his fingers. He wore a red bomber jacket over a teal patterned shirt, paired with tight— very tight— black skinny jeans and branded sneakers to complete the look. “Hey,” he greeted, locking eyes with me through the mirror.

He slouches off his black leather jacket and hands it to me. “What’s this for?” I question. “It gets cold in the wind so this will help since you aren’t wearing a lot of clothes to begin with. Not that I’m complaining.” He winks at me. I slide the jacket on and it swallows me whole. Ryder climbs in front of me and grabs my hands to wrap around him. The contact is short but the ant crawling feeling doesn’t leave for the whole ride. Along with Willow’s whimpers. I’m thankful that he gave me his jacket because the wind was cold as it went around us but it didn’t help that he was whipping his bike around worse than Olivia. It must be in the family genes.

He came back holding a clean sweatshirt and a pair of joggers. “They might be too big,” he said, handing them to her. “But they’ll keep you warm.” She nodded, unable to meet his eyes. Her voice seemed lost somewhere in her chest. Taking the clothes, she walked into the bathroom. Jay exhaled and rubbed his face with both hands. He glanced toward the window, where the city lights blurred through raindrops. Everything felt like it was floating in some heavy silence. When Riele came back, her damp hair was tucked behind her ears, and Jay’s clothes hung loosely on her petite frame. Still, he couldn’t take his eyes off her. Even like this—broken, worn out, pale, she looked beautiful to him.

NARRATIVE Wayne pushed the cart containing his cleaning equipments, stealthily. Soon he was standing just at the door of the idols room. He adjusted his face cap and the janitor jumpsuit he was putting on. Just as his Boss' daughter had said, he found it easy locating the idols room. Royalty Dormitory was indeed the neatest, best equipped and most expensive dormitory in the whole campus. The dorm also had security gadgets, soundproofed rooms and doorbells. Wayne rang the doorbell and exhailed deeply. He had better be successful with his purpose here to avoid Ms. Lucia skinning him alive. He noticed that someone peer through the peep-hole. The door opened slightly, revealing a tall blonde-hai

Mike says, and I shake my head negatively. "Jada. I'll go with them. I'll protect Ryan with my life." Jayden says, walking closer to me. I look at Mike, who's ordering some men through the phone as he takes out a bullet-proof vest. My eyes dart to Jayden, who lets out a breath in defeat as he turns away. Am I that easy to read these days? "Do you have another vest in there?" Jayden asks Mike, who turns and takes out another one. "This is the only one left. I could tell Paul to bring another one." Mike says, his eyes darting to mine. Jayden walks to me with the vest as he opens it.

“Besides, the distance between the training ground and the seats is far. And the fence, remember? What’s the worst that could happen?” Alpha Davis exhaled, clearly trying to be patient. “I understand that you want to go there and cheer for your brother but—” “Cheer for me, my ass,” a new voice cut in from the doorway. All our heads turned at once. Jay. He strolled in like he owned the place, confidence practically dripping off him. Dressed in a loose black T-shirt and joggers, he looked like someone who’d just gotten out from the shower. His brow hair was damp with water, and a towel hung around his neck.

Darnell says in a low voice, “though doing so out here is risky. There’s no way she can walk right now.” “I’m… fine,” I mumble, but we all know I’m anything but fine. I allow my legs to give out under me and just lay down again, sighing heavily as I close my eyes. “A fire would be nice… but don’t put us in danger…” “How did you even get down here?” Jay questions, turning his gaze back the way he came and to some of our scouts before he orders, “go back to those waiting and get a backpack of dry clothes.” They do as he says, darting off as soon as the last word escapes Jay’s mouth. He then turns back to me, and moves to lie right next to me, sharing his body heat with me.