Novel & Cerita Jace Carson

“Lily Jones? So she stole someone’s identity?” “The county commissioner’s daughter took a real person’s name and lived a charmed life for fifty years.” “The real Garcia was called a whore. The fake Garcia became an artist. I’m shaking.” “No wonder their son and daughter in law died young. Karma.” Daniel Harrington’s forehead was slick with sweat. His starched collar was stained. He did not speak. But all the color was gone from his face. Then the door opened. My mother walked in.

"You remembered that?" "I remember everything you tell me, Lenny." My heart softened, all the fear and stress of the last few days faded away. Maybe Jace really was a good guy, maybe I was just lucky. We sat in the car for a while, eating and talking. We avoided conversations about the NFL or the scholarship. Instead, we discussed the movies we both liked and he told me about his dog back home. "He’s a golden retriever named Scout," Jace said. "He thinks he’s a lap dog, he’ll probably try to sleep on your feet the first time you meet him."

"Where are you?" It was no other than Jackson who was on the other side of the call. He was munching on an apple as he stared at his friend, Jace, from the other side of the phone. Jace was dressed in all black and was wearing a nose mask. "You don't know where I am? You can't see?" Jace replied, causing Jack to roll out his laughter. "You look like a ninja on a mission." "Well...that's no further from the truth. "

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

There, parked crookedly near the side entrance, was Jace’s vintage Triumph motorcycle. "That’s strange," I muttered under my breath as I struggled with the weight of the shopping bags. His shift couldn't have been over by this time. Jace was supposed to be at the hardware store in town until at least four. He was twenty-four, a young man of quiet competence and a physical presence that I tried very hard to ignore. It might not be something so proud to admit, but the truth was that I found him attractive.

his eyes softened, glimmering with honesty “I really like you, Emily.” The suspense was killing me. He sighed deeply, then said; “I'm Jace Carter, the CEO of Vortex.” I felt the world pause on its track. I waited for him to tell me it was a joke and that I didn't just go on a date with the CEO of my company’s biggest RIVAL.

Carey shook hands with him before looking at Zayn who was still indifferent to what Austin said since it didn't affect him in any way. Jace stuffed his hands in his pockets, staring at him in an irksome manner. “The president is younger than I expected. How disappointing.” He blurted out before he could restrain himself as it was so apparent that he spoke the first thing that flashed across his mind. It wasn't a joke but Austin laughed at it. He wouldn't want to cause trouble now that he recognized Mr. Carey, he didn't know who Jace was, but how he dressed, he knew that he must be someone he shouldn't mess up with. “That's flattering.”

His dirty blonde hair, his blue eyes glint mischievously under the dim light, he grins like he’s entertained. ‘Why does he look familiar?’ “Relax,” he drawls. “We just came to say hi, no need to be so rude.” Brandon’s jaw clenches and he steps even forward, Isaac and a bunch of guys moves forward too. Dirty blonde chuckles, he radiates so much happiness for someone he looks like he just stepped into the lion’s den. “Who is he?” I whisper-ask Yara, trying not to draw attention to myself. She sighs. “Jace Norman, captain of the silverwolves, from silver high and damn psychopaths.”

“I eventually was out of options so I went to someone I thought could help me. I went to Michael Scott. He was responsible for Carter’s death, but he also had a good reason for it. The night Carter died one of Mike’s men had let me go, so I felt they might be able to help. Mike called Jensen to come from New York to help. Jensen was the one that let me go that night, but at first, he hated me because Carter was responsible for his fiance’s death.” I watched Cornelius and Felix taking everything in. “So who is this man that is after you and why?” Cornelius asked. I nodded and continued my story. “I found out that the man that is after me is Joseph King. Apparently, he is a very big gangster i