You Jezz Novels & Stories

She shot up to her feet, slamming her hands on the table which brought about a warning look from the librarian, “Do you know what you just did?!!!” “I told a loser athlete o— “No!!” She cried out, “That’s no loser athlete. That’s the Ice dragon!!” I couldn’t help but blink with bemusement, “The what now??” She started to sweat, pacing back and forth with a hand on her chest, almost like she was on the brink of a panic attack, “I…I..I can’t believe you just— “Just say it MJ” She breathed heavily, “That’s the ice dragon, otherwise known as Jace Carter!”

He sat wide legged, watching me lustfully as I got into my performer's outfit. "Oh so that's how they had the sea shells on." He groaned, biting his bottom lip, "fuck I'd love to add those sea shells myself." I chuckled in response and pressed the music player button. Soft jazz music filled the house from the speakers. I walked gracefully towards him and gave him a lap dance, loving what his boner felt like against my ass. "No one has ever lap danced to a fucking jazz song. How are you so good at everything." He said, framing his head backwards when I rocked back and forth across his dick.

I curled up on the couch, feeling my body burn up, but at the same time, it grew colder. It was unbearable. I dialed Mom's number without thinking. "Mom… I feel really awful. My chest… hurts." I barely managed to say the words. "What did you say? Wait! Two of spades? Raise!" Mom's impatient voice came through. "Sharon, stop being so difficult. I'll pick you up in a few days! Remember, don't be too happy. I'm on a winning streak today!" The call ended abruptly. I chuckled bitterly. Yeah, I was the jinx. Mom said I couldn't be happy. I had to stay miserable so the family could have good luck.

He was really good at pretending. I smiled to myself. I clicked on the mouse. I saw him start to turn red. He had been faking it all along. He was doing a pretty good job. 'I wonder how long you can keep this act up,' I thought. What position was the mouse in yesterday when it brought him to his knees? Was it here? I moved it slightly. Maybe it was over there… "Jamie!" I could not help but smile. Ah, I found it. I clicked again.

The words hit him like a slap. A bitter smile twisted his face. "What kind of twisted joke is this? That can't be Sienna! How much did she pay you to pull this? Tell her to come out here—I want a divorce! You really think I'll fall for this?" His voice rose as he scanned the room, his eyes wild with disbelief.. Then, a wild laugh burst from him. "You're telling me that body lying there is Sienna's? She wouldn't dare die without my permission!"

"Intriguing? You kidnapped me Don Pope. You turned my life down.. Now you say I am intriguing? I do not even know what that means." Don Pope's gaze softened slightly. There was still steel beneath it. "It means you are more than ordinary. You are not easily restrained. You are... Difficult.. Difficult is worth noticing." Ethan Cole's fists trembled, though he was not sure if it was from anger or something else. He swallowed, words catching in his throat. "I do not want to be noticed." he said, finally too quietly to hear. "I just want... My life back."

Jeez,I hate you so much Tikka! "The feelings mutual, fûckin mutual!!!"

Lucius was waiting outside; he didn't say anything, but his dark, gentle, weathered hand was a brief but welcome comfort in the black storm clouds of guilt that swirled around me. Ω "Well, shove a fist up my arse and twiddle my tonsils," Jezebel said, in her usual profane way. "Here," she added, as she poured an extra double of Don Julio into my already well-lubricated tumbler. "We're going to need this." The bottle clinked as she set it down; the table's candle's flame shivered from the vibration. I stared at her - sultry, curvy, cinnamon-skinned, and actually at the heart of it quite gentle - wholly unlike the horror that the word Demon would usually conjure.

Jabu, what have you gotten me into? ~~~