Ava Eliot Jackman Novels & Stories

I tried again to stand up "seriously, I kinda hoped you could tell me all about that hot guy , I made some research when you never came back , I think I finally found his name , Jack Alphstone " she said and opened the bag " Jack , his name is Jack seriously" that name rung a bell a big big bell " Wait Jack CEO of ASTONE Enterprises" "Yeah that Jack see , I got photos " she handed me her phone. Damn he was handsome, coke black hair , smoky gray eyes , a perfectly sculpted face with glowing skin and a flawless smile ,

"I get it, Elena. You're not doing this for Kiara...you're doing it for yourself. You're doing it to take back control." I nodded, my jaw clenched. "Yes, Phila. I'm doing it for myself. And I won't rest until Alex pays for what he's done." Phila's voice trembled as she spoke, "Elena, I have one more thing to tell you...Jack is likely Alex's boss." I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. "What? No, that's impossible! Jack would never...he's a good man, Phila." Phila's eyes locked onto mine, her expression serious. "I know it's hard to believe, but the evidence suggests it. And it's not just that...Jack has been in the country the whole time, Elena."

Good; another ten minutes of diversion. I felt, rather than saw, Elias approach. “Adrian’s inside the maintenance corridor. You pulled more attention than the mayor’s scandal.” “That’s not a compliment,” I said. “It’s a result,” he countered. “Keep dancing.” He disappeared back into the crowd as I was intercepted by a familiar voice. “Evelyn Hartman,” drawled a tall man with steel‑grey hair. Alan Welles, Victor’s investment director. “How refreshing to see you in colour. For a while there, we worried you’d vanished into grief.”

Julian said, sipping his wine. "Thank you, sir," Jack smirked. "Okay, let's go to the main reason why I want to see you. Please, don't be afraid." Julian said to make him less afraid, however, his facial expression changed immediately. His fear became apparent. "You were once a driver in Sydney, right?" "Yes," Jack responded. "You worked with ReM pharmaceuticals, right?" "I signed a contract to work for the company, but the CEO made me his personal driver instead," Jack replied.

"There... there he is... come on..." Eleanor followed Jack's gaze, her curiosity piqued as she tried to catch a glimpse of the director he was referring to. But before she could get a clear view, Jack was already leading her towards the man standing with the group of artists. "You look busy," Jack exclaimed cheerfully as they approached the man, who turned around to greet them. Eleanor's breath caught in her throat as she caught sight of the man's face, her heart pounding with shock and disbelief. It was him – Aiden, the assistant director, with his ripped muscles and striking resemblance to her husband, Kayden Knight.

I could practically taste the danger pulsing in the air. Gone was the man who’d bared his soul onstage; in his place was the ruthless CEO who wouldn’t hesitate to crush his enemies into dust. “You’re the guy who performed tonight and is always waiting for Ava outside WYP.” Jack narrowed his eyes. “Who are you again?” “Someone who will rip your entrails out and strangle you with them if you don’t take your hands off her,” Alex said in a deceptively calm voice. It was only then that I realized Jack still had his hand on the small of my back from when he’d hugged me earlier.

“Alpha Astra called. He needs me back. If I stay here too long, he’ll come looking for me.” Jack’s lips curled into a smirk. “Are you trying to threaten me?” he asked, amused. Eloise’s eyes met his, unwavering. “No. I’m just telling you the truth.” She smiled softly, though there was no warmth behind it. “Let’s wait for Lucian. I’m sure he’d love to know exactly who you really are.” Jack sneered, his eyes narrowing with contempt. “You disgust me,” he spat. “You don’t care about Lucian’s feelings. You don’t deserve him.”

Likewise today, destiny intends to take what Jack loves and cares for the most. Dert ... Deert. The loud ringing of the cell phone was barely audible by Jack, who was welding metal pillars in a building. From inside his trouser pocket the phone kept vibrating, but Jack was still serious about his work. Not long after, a 40-year-old man came out of a room and shouted for Jack from downstairs. The man is the foreman where Jack works named Paul. Jack … Jack!” Paul was still screaming for Jack.

I said cheekily. "You're only allowed to leave for your sessions with the counsellor. Am I clear?" "Crystal," I sighed. "I better be off," Rob said. He walked over to me and kissed my forehead quickly before turning on his heel and walking away. "Bye, dad," I grumbled. "These have come a long way since the first prototype," Jack commented, examining the bracelet. Jack was sort of a genius. He loved to engineer new tech and was an expert at it. A lot of the gadgets we had at the Agency came from him. He was only 19, but one of the smartest people I had ever met.

Richard pointed to a man inside the competition area. Edward traced his finger toward the man, and then he realized that Jack was also with Stevie. "Isn't that Jack Green? Liana's cousin? How do they know each other?" Richard asked somewhat surprised, in fact, they were both surprised. By now, Jack and Stevie were sweating profusely, and when Stevie saw the SuperTech guy come in, he recognized him. "Jack, this person is from Tech Corps, because the moment he sat down, he started attacking our defense hard, what should we do?" Stevie spoke worriedly.