Novel & Cerita Jace Carson

Mrs Angela said, smiling gleefully. Tracy Molly turned, her radiant smile beaming as she showcased an effortless grace. Her poised demeanour was matched only by her stunning appearance. Her dress flowed elegantly around her, accentuating her feminine assets. Wade's eyes widened slightly in surprise as Tracy approached the table, her gaze meeting his. His mother, Mrs Angela, looked triumphant, clearly pleased with Tracy's grand entrance. "Isn't she beautiful, Wade?" Mrs Angela asked, her voice tinged with an air of assurance.

“He said what?!” “You didn’t lead with that?!” “Oh, you’re done for. RIP, girl.” I blinked at them. “Why is everyone acting like I licked a royal heir or something?” Zara exchanged a look with Liv, who raised an eyebrow. Then Sophia gave me that look—the one people use when they’re about to drop your GPA with a single sentence. “Tessa,” she said sweetly, “you do know who Jace Carter is… right?” ⸻ “I frowned. ‘Of course I know who he is.’

“I swear, I need a weekend away or I’m going to scream. Luckily, Jace is taking me up to his cabin tomorrow.” Ryleigh blinked, the name unfamiliar. “Jace?” Natalia sat up, suddenly sheepish. “Oh. Right. I never told you. Jace Marlow. He’s one of the border warriors. You’ve probably seen him—tall, built like a tank, usually glaring at something.” Ryleigh’s lips curled. “Sounds charming.” “He is,” Natalia said with a small smile. “Well, once you get past the whole ‘I will kill you if you breathe too close to my mate’ vibe.”

I smiled. He didn’t see the way my knees nearly buckled when the screen door closed behind him. He didn’t see the way I stood there for a full minute after the car rolled down the gravel path, hands clenched in the fabric of my dress, chest rising and falling like I’d just run a mile. Behind me, the cabin was too quiet. Then came the voice. “He’s gone.” I turned. Jace was leaning in the doorway, shirtless, sweat gleaming on his chest. He had a glass of water in his hand and mischief in his smile.

Madam Caroline said trying to see if anyone was following behind her. "Good day ma'am, he should be on his way" caira said. Caira was about walking away when madam Caroline called her back. "Mind my manners dear, this is caira, she is my best friends daughter, she also works here. Caira, this is Jace, my eldest son, he came all the way from California to visit his family" madam Caroline said again. Jace kept staring at caira strangely as he couldn't take his eyes off her.

ALEXIS'S POV Jace walks through the door , followed by Michael and Alec . Jace was the only one half naked , wearing nothing except boxers . I look away instantly . His eyes were boring into me . I couldn't stop myself from being drawn to them and looking , only to find that they were pure black and deadly . Scar man pushes me harshly aside and I fall to the ground , losing my balance . Jace growls murderously . He charges forward as Scar man cocks back his rifle and shoots him .

I was Jace Steele, a sly, deadly fox who would never know what it means to love a family. I cursed for the last time before pulling the trigger.

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

“Not true, but your money is in the mail. Nice to meet you, Mr. Winters.” His smile broadened as he stepped around Daisy to shake my hand. “Please, call me Jace. Nice to meet you, nicest girl in the school.” “You too.” There was no denying how incredibly good looking he was. And young. Really young, but maybe my age? He was dressed in a dark blue polo shirt and track pants with white stripes up the outside of his legs. There was a whistle hanging around his neck. “Come on,” Daisy said, heading back out into the hall. “We won’t take up any more of Lanie’s time. See you at lunch?”

Why is he trying to make it feel like I'm forcing myself on him? At lunch, I find my usual corner table in the cafeteria. I was halfway through my sandwich when I overheard the conversation at the popular table. "I'm telling you, he was arrested," Jessica Williams' voice came hushed, but still audible. "My dad's a cop," he said. Jace Storm has a record." "What kind of record?" her friend asked. "Something bad. Awful. They moved him here from some boarding school after he got kicked out." "That makes him even hotter," another girl sighs.