Alec Jace Novelas e Histórias

I barked, pointing at the door, but he wasn't budging. He just stared at me, as though he asked himself what this psycho was saying. How could he possibly leave when Ace sent him? Ace Kingston is like God, but I'm the only one who doesn't worship him. “Why are you taking part in…in a dystopia, I could say? You're ruining the life of an innocent gi…” He didn't let me finish my outburst. “Oookay!” He mumbled, putting out his hand to my face.

Nobody else. I still have the desire to make Alexa's life a living hell, and I will definitely fulfill it. **** Ace's POV I walk towards the dungeon with Jace walking fast in front of me, almost stumbling. He is the leader of the men I had told to find the people who had escaped within the next twenty-four hours. They take care of the dungeon and watch the prisoners. That is their duty. I walk into the dungeon, and the putrid smell and wailing do not faze me at all.

Eyes the color of molten steel, drawing others in with their magnetic intensity. It was snowing outside yet he still wore a t-shirt, which showed off his muscles. Tattoos peeked from his sleeves. I thought I was still in my dreams. “…Jace?” I murmured. “Yeah,” he held my hands. “How are you feeling?” “I…I don’t get it…Why are you here?” Jace was my childhood playmate. He lived next door to me in a scratchy neighborhood. I always thought that his family was poor as mine. Until one day, he moved away out of the blue and that was when I leant that he was High Gale Pack’s Alpha’s bastard son.

"You can't do this! I am the heir! I am the one who stood by the family when you were hiding in the shadows, Jace! You're nothing! You're nothing! Rhea belongs to me! She belongs to me!” Alaric instantly turned his head to Jace, his muscles jumping and he was practically glaring at Leon like he wanted to twist his head and unplug it from the neck. If I wasn't holding his arm, I was very sure that Alaric wouldn't waste time in going over and kicking him until he fainted. Jace sighed, he walked over and stood directly in front of the struggling man, looking down at him with a gaze that was entirely devoid of warmth.

Maren chirped, pushing her hand forward for a handshake which I received. “Joel,” Jace continued, nodding toward a young man who was leaning against the window pane. He didn't have to tell me he was a private investigator before I knew it. Everything about him screamed about his profession and my thoughts were confirmed when Jace named him. “Hi," I waved at him. He acknowledged me with a nod and then gave me a two finger salute. “And that guy over there,” Jace said, his voice lowering slightly, “is Alan. He’s… inside Dominic’s company, our mole.”

“It’s just a game.” Cage nodded, smirking. “Yeah. But try telling them that.” And with that, they kept jogging—content to let the wild ones burn themselves out up ahead. Jace, the firstborn son of Alpha Maximus, didn’t feel like he had anything to prove—not even a little. At just seven years old, he was already quick on his feet and sharp with his instincts. He didn’t play to impress anyone; he just wanted to have fun. Still, he always made sure to keep an eye on Zay. When things got too intense and Zay started throwing a tantrum, Jace would step in and tell him to cool it. He wasn’t exactly the peacekeeper type, but he knew when to take a step back and let things go. Zay… not so much. That’

There was no way that Jace Storme was staring at me. Jace Storme was the hottest guy in the world and possibly the entire universe. He had a slender athletic body, sparkly turquoise eyes as bright as the sun, shortly cropped brown hair that he enjoyed to spike and a smile that could light up even the darkest of nights. He was the captain of the soccer team, football team, dance team, and he was the lead in the school's musical. He was the most popular junior at Macintyre High, easy. He would never be caught dead talking to me, much less gazing at me. It was probably just the stupid glasses not working for me.

The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall. “Deucalion,” I whispered, looking at the selected prince. I couldn’t see most of him from where I stood, but he had beautiful black hair just like Valerian just longer, reaching almost his waist. He wore a red jacket over a pair of red trousers. He caught my stare, and I instinctively turned back to the announcer. He pulled a parchment from the second box and having already been caught staring at the handsome prince, the thought of having the dance with him was no longer appealing.

" Jace, the Alpha of the crescent Moon replied. " Are the witches even something to begin with? We've been living in peace for all these years and now suddenly they're making moves and you think it's better for us to just sit here and do nothing??" Michael growled angrily. He always hated it whenever someone chose peace over violence, that was the main reason Jace and him never got along really well. He saw Jace as a pathetic, weak little Alpha.It was a surprise the man even made his way up the Alpha position.

she orders, before turning to walk back down the path. I turn to Ace, wondering what I should do. Should I thank him? Ace doesn’t seem to talk much, harbouring a dark past not many people want to delve into. Aside from Baylee, who I’m convinced is trying to get with him. He is handsome, but darkly so. Like if you look any deeper you’ll find out something about him that could kill you. Almost like Kael, but less frightening. He’s not an Alpha, just some kid. “I guess you’re safe,” I say uneasily, rubbing the back of my neck. I have no reason to thank him. He’s doing this to get to the next stage. “I guess this is where I congratulate you or something?”