Novel & Cerita Jace Carson

Jace whispered softly as he caressed her back. "I feel your pain," Jasmine said empathetically. "I still remember the year I lost my dad. I was five years old at the time, and Andrea was six. He got into an accident on his way to work, and I never thought it would be the last time I got to see him." "Wait, how old are you again?" Jace asked as they disengaged from the hug. "I'm currently 23; I will be 24 in a few months. Is there something wrong?''

“That’s cute.” He stepped closer. My heart started to pound. “You smell like sex,” he said. “And your professor hasn’t exactly been subtle lately.” “Who are you?” I asked. He gave a low laugh. “Name’s Jace. I’m the campus security intern. Not on duty tonight, technically, but I like to keep an eye on things. Especially when faculty members sneak students into locked administrative offices at night.” I felt my knees wobble. “Relax,” he said. “I’m not a cop. I’m not even supposed to be here.”

The little things that comforted me gave me strength and the motivation to keep going. Jace yawned in boredom. He didn't even try to hide it and chuckled quietly, mentally shaking my head. "I think I made a wrong decision coming out here. Everyone says the night sky is beautiful but I don't see anything beautiful about it. Just some moons, stars, and whatever," he vomited out, and I wanted to laugh. Seems he's hanging on his last thread of patience. Jace has always been the type to love stuff that made adrenaline pulse in his veins, stuff that was amusing to him, no matter how serious and dangerous it may be.

Jace said I rolled my eyes and walked out of the cafeteria following the junior student I wonder who that could be Following the junior student he led me to the parking lot of the school then pointed at a guy leaning on a sports car, he was backing us "He's the one who asked me to call you" the student told "Okay thanks" I thanked him then walked up to the guy and tapped his back gaining his attention "Hmm I was told you wanted to see me" I said politely He turned before smirking "Hi I'm Jasper knight, your parents must have told you about me" he said extending his hand for a handshake So he's the Jasper, he doesn't look bad he's quite tall,a little bit muscular, he's handsome and he has a f

I'll play it off, and let them think I'm over it with Jace's birthday preparation in full swing I can easily sneak into the library and seek out a book or two that has any information on this magical wolf that Nate seems to be so obsessed about. "Carly, I think it's about time you came out, dinner is ready." "I was already on my way out," I said reaching to the door to open it. Jace stood in front of the door in his towering glory as he swapped his dress shirt for a basketball jersey. He was looking like a candy I couldn't wait to have. The man could be dressed in a potato sack and would still be looking as hot as a runaway model. I stopped in my tracks for a brief second, taking him in, and

'' I smirked and playfully poked him in the side. Jace and I didn't get to speak with each other much. He was cute, though. He was tall-hence the basketball- and he had long dark brown slightly wavy hair that was pulled into a quick bun. I especially loved his eyes, they were a light brown colour that reminded me of Zoa's iced coffee for some reason. He also had a moustache and beard that connected and cut low; he was very scruffy, and I liked it. He was basically the human version of an English cocker spaniel-cute and hairy.

Jace POV I watched the beauty leave while still with a raging hard-on. I don't know why I decided not to fuck her. Although I gave her an answer but deep down I know it wasn't entirely because of that. After pondering for a while I shook my head and headed out of the room. I'm Jace Lorrid, currently twenty-six years and the owner of the Lorrid group of companies, and the owner of Passion.

Elena raised a brow. “If it’s about another one of your conspiracy theories involving the royal family and alien lizards, I’m turning this car around.” “No,” Jace said, clutching his cup. “Better. Man. Hot man.” Elena snorted. “I need specifics. Height? Hair? Estimated emotional damage?” “He’s tall,” Jace sighed, looking dream drunk already. “Dark hair. Probably early thirties. Handles code like a literal god. Saw him at that coworking space I go to sometimes. He was debugging like…” Jace pressed a hand to his chest. “Like art.”

“I thought maybe we could play some cards or something.” He laughs because I never challenge him to cards. I stopped doing that years ago when I learned there was no way in hell to ever win. Jace is a master at cards, and he never loses. He’s built a career around it, and it’s a damn good one. The man’s brain is an absolute enigma. It’s like he has some sort of psychic ability or something. It’s uncanny and impressive as hell to watch. “Maybe some other time,” he says, making me bite back a growl. I know what he’s doing, and I don’t fucking like it.

What is our business is the way the guys showed up. Carter’s a wall solid, immovable. Derrick never misses a chance to deliver the official response, usually paired with both middle fingers and a very enthusiastic, “Get a life, dickhead.” Jace is my favorite, though. He wants to be intimidating like Derrick, but that’s not who he is. When reporters corner him, he stammers out, “Get a life, p-please.” It’s the p-please. Kills me every time. Kills Tyler too.