Jasper Jones Novelas e Histórias

But Trevor held his hand out, and shook Jaspers. "Until there is a threat, I see no issues between the two of us. But lets keep it that way. Because I will not hesitate to kill a single soul that comes for my mate. Let me make that extremely clear" Trevor warned. Jasper nodded. He took a step back after letting go of Trevors hand and looked down at me. "I'm really sorry to hear about Seth and Emma" He said softly. A tear welled up in my eye thinking of them, especially Seth. I mouthed thank you and looked away so I wouldn't cry. "I'll see my way out and head home." And with that he walked towards the front door. He suddenly turned around as he opened the door. "Alpha, sir. Any suggestions?"

"Stalker!" I threw kicks in the air and attempted to hit him, but Tristan encircled my waist and held me tight. "I'm not a stalker. What the hell is your problem?" Josh frowned at me. "Oh, some drama so I wouldn't tell them what you were before." Everybody's eyes glued on my body and I stopped being dramatic. What was the big deal in what he was about to say? "Jade was bi and she snatched my girlfriend away from me in the name of nothing else, but revenge."

Tears began to mar her lovely face and I wanted nothing more than to kill the person that put her through this. However, there was a truth I kept on denying to myself: there was only one person in the Blood Shade who would dare to stand up to me by pulling a stunt like this. .Lucas.

Jared said to her “Hold on” Louis said to Jared as she walked to a table at the far end of the room That was it. Jared was out of the valley in the hour and he was headed to the New coast. He had been there a couple of times but he had never had a reason to be there except for vacation and now he was going back there for a reason. Just like he asked, Xavier kept him updated every four hours and nothing in the valley changed. Jared got to the new coast in the second day instead of the third. He decided to take a break before looking for Liam but as life would have it, Liam found him. He was walking on the street, heading to a restaurant even he got attacked. He smiled when he saw that he was

Bianca, Mr and Mrs Kingsley daughter said and hissed. “No, it’s not why I am here , I mean yes, I didn’t get the job, I came here cause I saw someone ” Jasmine said quickly. Her eyes widened. Mrs Kingsley raised a brow. “Who?” Jasmine hesitated. “Selena ” Everything went silent. Mrs Kingsley stood slowly. “What did you just say?” “I saw Selena,” Jasmine repeated, her voice low. “She’s alive, She was walking down the hallway in Damon Williams’ mansion, She looked healthy ”

Just a plain brick wall, a single camera, and a woman on the edge of truth. I looked into the lens and breathed. “You don’t know me,” I began, my voice even. “You know what they’ve said about me. You’ve seen headlines, doctored videos, anonymous files… but not the full story.” Behind the camera, Margaret’s hand tightened around her tablet. The playback light blinked red. We were live. “My name is Cassandra Jones. I did not steal, betray, or manipulate my way into power, but I did survive the people who did, and now I’m going to show you everything.”

Jack sat in his apartment in its dim lighting staring at the laptop screen with open case files and frustration etched across his face. He ran his hand through his chestnut brown wavy hair and his deep brown eyes focused on the location of the little girls' disappearances at Shoreside city park. The descriptions of the three girls were in front of him. Jack found himself rereading them hoping something would click into place. Surely a similarity to something they were last doing could be a clue as to where these girls ended up. Yes, they were all in the park with their mothers, but there had to be more. Honestly, Jack knew the only clue that these girls were at the park in the first place, a

Hesitating, she glanced around, noticing a few curious stares from other tables, making her even more uncomfortable. “Mr. Blackstone, I don’t think—” “I wasn’t asking,” he cut her off, gesturing to the chair opposite him. She glanced toward Mr. Whitman, who gave her a subtle nod of approval—or perhaps warning. Swallowing her nerves, Jasmine sat down, her notepad still in her hand as if it could shield her from the intensity of his gaze. Chad leaned forward slightly, his expression unreadable. “You’re Jasmine Withers. Twenty-three years old. You’ve worked here for two years. You’re known for being diligent and… unapproachable.”

Ethan followed me, but I was sick of seeing him. Finally, I found Jason on the riverbank downstream. He was leaning against a rock. His clothes were torn, and there were several scratches on his arms. He was looking down and inspecting a backpack—Ethan's cursed backpack. “Are you crazy?” My voice shook as I rushed to him. I nearly threw myself into his arms. He wiped the water from his face and smiled his usual smile as he replied, “I’ve always thought you were born to excel… You shouldn’t let such a golden opportunity slip past you. What if you do want to go back to New York?”

“What are you going to do about it? You don’t get to control me anymore. Because of your obsession with those people, I had to become someone I hate. I had to leave my wife. My child. What else do you want from me?” “For you?” Jessica laughed bitterly. “If you had married that girl, you would have had billions. Everything I did, I did for you!” “For me?” Jasper’s voice shook with disbelief. “Assaulting kids? Drugging them? Destroying their lives? You did all of that for me?” Her face paled. “I didn’t do anything. They chose their own paths!” “Bullshit!” Jasper roared. “An eleven-year-old does not understand life. A thirteen-year-old does not know what they are drinking. A seventeen-year-old