Ava Eliot Jackman Novels & Stories

One of them said and the other one laughed out. "By the way, what is your product's name?" One of them asks him. "Elena. Elena Anderson" Jack said and smiled evilly. "Your part is over" Jack muttered and smiled.

Fatima muttered, shaking her head. Selena looked at Elara. “Why are you helping us?” Elara’s eyes softened for a brief moment. “I may not be part of your pack, but I know the kind of man your Alpha is. Jake is a good leader, and he doesn’t deserve this betrayal. I help because I’ve seen what happens when good leaders fall.” I nodded, feeling a swell of gratitude. “Thank you, Elara.” She waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t thank me yet. Just be careful. Whoever is orchestrating this is dangerous, and they won’t hesitate to kill to keep their secrets.”

Ava visibly relaxed and exhaled a deep breath " Okay thanks, I'll go now " Margaret nodded and Ava left for the living room. Was Jack no supposed to be at work? She thought, frowning. Well, he was the CEO of his company so he could do as he pleased. How he lived his life was none of her business, she shrugged. Liam was sitting, holding up a toy while Jack was looking out the window, his hands shoved in his pockets. From the back view, he could be passed for Alex, they were built almost the same way, except Alex was more large than Jack. And taller too, she thought, smiling.

She surprises everyone by hugging them both and a huge smile appears on Simons face. “Likewise, Angel face! I’ve missed you recently.” “Same. Come have a seat I will introduce you.” They stand before us and I stand to shake hands with them, Ellis does the same, but I notice his gaze keeps trailing back to Anya. Jack has bleached blonde hair with a blue streak through it. The top is long and flops into his eyes, dark thick eyebrows frame his hazel eyes that sparkle with mischief, and he is wearing a smart white shirt with black jeans.

He had the kind of face that made people trust him immediately. "Nick, you didn't tell me Vivienne's replacement was so young." Nick glanced at me like he'd forgotten I existed. "She's temporary." The man's eyes stayed on me, genuine interest in his expression. "Jack Wyatt. Nick's business partner and the one who keeps him from working himself to death." "Elowen Roberts." I kept my voice professional. "Pleasure." His smile was warm. "How are you finding the job so far?" "Fine, thank you."

"Alan Wise. The Gardener." "He's dead," Jack said, stepping out of the airlock. He walked up to the Executor and held out the canister. "He said he was ready. He gave me this." Jack reached into his pocket with his left hand—his right arm, the Cursed Arm, was currently wrapped in a thick, lead-lined trauma sleeve to dampen the necrotic radiation—and pulled out the rusty, dirt-encrusted ID tag. ALAN WISE. CEO. He placed the tag on top of the canister.

Jackson Taylor was just climbing into bed when his cell phone went off. Not his personal phone, though, and not his phone for King’s Men. No, it was his third phone, the one that Jack used for the specific purpose of staying in contact with Ace Cuddy. Right away, Jack’s whole body went into high-alert mode. Code Red, man, and no lie. He grabbed the phone, stared at the number for a second. Yeah, it was Ace – which was good, Jack supposed – but everything else about this call was potentially bad.

I made a snide comment. "We don't need to use any torture methods on you; we've already acquired a means to contact him. Did Jack mention Dr. Mark Bowen by any chance?" My face was probably as white as a sheet because Ezra grinned. "Jack is smart, I'll give him that much but he's also a human being like anyone of us and humans are bound to get exhausted when they reach their limits. In Jack's case, there was a minor slip up. He contacted Bowen in an emergency and the number lit up like a Christmas tree. That's all we needed."

I knew Ethan had a lot of men under his watch but so did Caleb…if I could guess, I would say that they're evenly matched! Something's not right. "Ellie?" His touch on my hand jolted me, and I drew my hand sharply away from his immediately. Hurt flashed through his face at my reaction but he quickly schooled his expression. I studied his face, noting his expressive eyes, the laugh lines around his eyes and mouth, the calluses on his palm, and evidence of a man who was used to manual labour. Jack was a great guy and I'm sure that if I spent more time getting to know him there's a slight possibility that he could be someone I would grow to love…but then again.

Abigail shot back, "Mr. Jackman, please don't make fun of me." Keith continued, "Tim doesn't usually stand out, but he's quite discerning. He's taken a liking to you rather quickly."