Novel & Cerita Jace Carson

She breathed heavily, “That’s the ice dragon, otherwise known as Jace Carter!” “Jace Carter?” “He’s the school’s star player. He made the dean’s list. He’s almost taken us to the championship. You just called him a loser!!!” ****** Jace Carter, also known as the “ice dragon” on the field, prominent for his skills of being a beast and the number one athlete of Blake University. I let out a deep breath as Mary Jane laid out the basics to me on the school’s book guide an hour later, glossing over his picture which managed to get a whole page dedicated to him, my anger not subsiding any minute.

One suitor, in particular, caught her eye - Jace Sullivan, the son of Liam Sullivan and Natalie Sullivan. Jace Sullivan was a mysterious figure at school. Handsome and silent, he commanded attention wherever he went. It was evident that he had inherited his father's wealth and charm. However, Jace kept to himself and showed no interest in the typical pursuits of his peers. He was neither interested in girls nor boys, preferring to live his life without complications. Jace's enigmatic demeanor only served to intensify Tracey's infatuation with him.

I listened to Jace Carter do push-ups on the other side of my wall. I can do this. It’s six months. I will tutor him, get my Harvard letter, and never see him again. I grabbed the sandwich I bought earlier to finish it, but the door opened again without a knock. Jace filled the frame. He wore grey sweatpants with no shirt. That cut on his eyebrow made him look even more dangerous than he already is. He leaned on the doorframe and stared at me with an annoyed expression. “You are really here,” he said.

“Nice shorts.” “They’re called clothes. You should try them sometime,” I shot back, walking past him to get coffee. But my skin prickled where his eyes had been, like he’d left fingerprints without even touching me. He chuckled—low, dark, dangerous. “That mouth’s gonna get you in trouble.” “It’s not my mouth I’m worried about,” I muttered under my breath. Jace Carter was exactly the kind of boy I spent my whole life avoiding. Tattooed arms, cocky smile, bedroom eyes that promised bad decisions. He was the kind of boy who didn’t do rules or regrets.

My eyebrows are plucked, and I am buffed all over. It has been a most unpleasant experience, but she assures me that men expect these days. What else will he expect? I have to convince Hera that this is what I want to do. For some strange reason. She doesn't trust him, her Big-time celebrity. Maybe because he's so stiff, formal, and a casanova. No longer the sweet nerdy Jonathan Christopher. But he's now the big boss Jace De Leon. She says she can't put her finger on it, but I have promised to text her when I arrive in Milan. I haven't told her about the private plane, or should I say private boarding Airplane? She'd freak out.

"Alright, I will help. I need more information. For starts his name?" "He is Jace Ackers."

I dare you to seduce Jace Kingston. The whole room became silent. Dark-haired, sharp-jawed, muscular in a hoodie, with a cigarette between his fingers, Jace sat on the leather couch at the far end of the room, and eyes shot towards it. On campus, the most coveted and dreaded senior. The women flocked to him. The professors ignored it. Additionally, there were rumours that he had previously been expelled for a violent incident that was hidden up. He caught my eye as he looked up, bored.

“Tell me about yourself.“ I tried to force my mind away from Alpha Magnus, Nina, the orgasm reeking club and focused on him. I gave a simple introduction—told him my name, my course, and my dream of becoming a world-renowned healer. He also introduced himself; his full name is Jace Brooks, studying Pack Laws and Relations, and he would definitely become a Beta like his father. I nodded slowly…. and then we talked about other random topics. The college, politics and entertainment in the Moon Eclipse Pack. Jace is a nice guy and talking to him made me take my mind off things for a while, although Alpha Magnus words still echoed through my mind—taking root there. “Your untouched cunt is mine.“

Jace Westbrook had always been dangerous. He was twenty-four now, but she remembered him at eighteen—when he’d first walked into her life, cocky and golden, with a smirk that made her forget her own name. Back then, he was her mom’s new boyfriend’s son. The boy who played guitar too loudly, winked too easily, and once caught her staring during a barbecue. He’d smirked then, too. She never forgot it. That was four years ago. Now? Now he looked like sin in motion.