Novel & Cerita Jace Carson

Silvia said. "Exactly. Hump day. You're supposed to be happy. It's all downhill from here." Silvia rolled her eyes at me but she was smiling. Everyone smiled around Jace. It was annoying and also kind of the point of him. He was tall and broad-shouldered with dark hair that always looked like he'd just run his hands through it and warm brown eyes and this lazy‚ confident energy that made you feel like nothing in the world was that serious. He was the kind of guy who'd crack a joke at a funeral and somehow make it appropriate.

Scarlet "The bad man." Jace's voice was small, broken. "He showed me a picture. Of him when he was little. He said I look just like him. That we have the same eyes and the same smile and the same everything." I felt Damian go very still beside me. "And I don't want to," Jace continued, his voice rising with distress. "I don't want to look like the bad man. I don't want to be like him. What if I grow up and I'm bad too? What if—"

While we eat, Jace, Alex, and Jackson open more, and I get to see more of their personalities. Jace takes his role very seriously. He seems to be just a serious person in general. However, he has a dry and almost robotic humor, which had me cracking up a few times. Jackson is very animated, has a boisterous personality, and loves cracking jokes. Alex is laid back and down-to-Earth. He has an adorable and kind personality.

“I’m really sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to drag you into this.” Finally, I lowered the knife slightly, though I didn’t put it away. “Fine,” I muttered. He exhaled deeply, his body relaxing as he reached for the door handle. “Thank you,” he repeated, before stepping out of the car. I watched him as he stood, running a hand through his dark brown hair. He turned back to me, his expression softening as he spoke, "By the way, I’m Jace. You know, the guy who hijacked your car and scared the hell out of you."

-Just turned 19 -Born in Black Oak Pack -Mother Deceased, No Father Listed on Birth Certificate -Entered TRTC at age 15 -Completed Highschool Education And BS in Accounting at the same time No major leads there. The lack of family history is a bit peculiar. Immediately after his mother's death, he showed up at TRTC with the Black Oaks Alpha….. Alpha Raymond dropping him off personally. Why does that name sound familiar? I mind linking Jace to see if he’s free. I need his digital tracking and hacking skills. “Bro, you free to come over to my room?” “You’re not my type” he responds.

She paused and resumed her pacing which she had stopped when she had been speaking. Alex was very shocked. So shocked that it was a wonder that he managed to conceal his gasp of surprise. He stopped it at the last moment because he didn't want her to know he was here. He still wanted to hear more before he would reveal himself but now he knew more than enough to come to a solid conclusion. He knew that his mate, Jasmine, was the unknown serial killer who had been killing people from their pack for a while now. His own mate, his goddess-given mate was a serial killer and he was just finding it out from her own mouth. Never had he expected to hear something like that when he had followed Jasmi

Thea reacted causing both Elena and Dorris to erupt into laughter. "O.M.G!! He has his eyes set on our direction!" Thea pointed out "Guys! He is coming over to our side!" Thea squealed in excitement. "Hello" His voice sounded like the ancient gods of the Greek mythology; his cologne embraced their nostrils like the smell of summer berries. "Hi" Thea replied shyly. "Sorry to interrupt but uhmm, I happened to have noticed you guys having fun by the table and I came to mingle. I am new here in school. My name is Jace" He didn't had the American accent and Elena thinks his accent was stuck in the Australian accent.

“Not professionally.” He was so quiet Reagan hadn’t even realized he was standing right beside her. Jace’s platinum blond hair was spiked. His dark beard stubble stood in stark contrast to his light hair and had been recently trimmed. He wore his usual black leather jacket, white T-shirt, and snug blue jeans. His outfit was made even more biker by his heavy black boots, black leather belt, and the wide studded, leather cuff on his left wrist. She’d never seen Jace wear anything else. She suspected he wore his jacket and boots to bed. In the Sinners concerts she’d been to, Jace always hung to the back of the stage. Now that she knew him a little better, she assumed it was because he was shy.

“He was gorgeous. I saw a short clip of him when you guys were leaving, and oh my God. That suit. He looked like a snack. He can have my babies, Naomi…” “Right?” Priscilla chimed in. “I second that. My dad has bodyguards, and they’re all old and boring. But he looked like he just stepped out of a men’s fashion magazine. Maybe he was a model in his past?” My stomach knotted. I took a large gulp of my soda. “He’s not a model,” I said, trying to sound bored. “He’s my new bodyguard. His name is Jace.” “Jace,” Ann repeated, as if tasting the name. “How old do you think he is? He doesn’t look that much older than us.”

Clean, woodsy, and something darker underneath that made me want to lean in and stay there. I didn’t say anything at first. I was too busy looking. Jace wasn’t doing anything flashy—white tee that hugged his chest like it was made for him, a bomber jacket thrown over it, dark jeans that sat just right, and spotless sneakers. Simple. Effortless. And deadly. The lights in the room made his skin glow, smooth and golden-brown. His beard was sharp, and that little smirk he gave me when he caught me staring? Unfair.