Ban X Jericho Novels & Stories

ACE "Have you done it?" Jericho asked. over the receiver. Turned out, the cub wasn't completely useless when it came to my little predicament after all. It, admittedly, took him longer than I had anticipated for him to get back to me, but he eventually came up with a plan that I took pleasure in initiating.

A long, deep groan rumbled in Jericho's chest as he stood to his feet, "that better not be my idiot brothers again. Honest to God, I'm thinking of moving to a remote island just so they don't find me." He was already making his way to open the door when I yelled back, "Trust me, they'll still find you." "You're probably right," Jericho chortled a real laugh this time that warmed my insides. His laugh made it on my list of reasons to not give up. Right now, it was only his laugh on that list so I was basically hanging on by a thread. "Jericho, son," a gravelly voice greeted at the door, a voice I recognized all took well.

"I promise that you won't be hurt again. We forget the past and move on. What do you think of that?" Jericho was so full of himself. So what if no one wanted me? "Fuck off, Jericho. That's no longer your concern. My heart is stable as of the moment and it did not want anyone, especially jerks like you." "That only means you admit what I said," he said cheekly. "Sunny. I'm only your last bet. No one would accept you. Only me because—" Thud! Jericho and I glanced at the back and found the basket where there were a lot of clothes inside already on the ground while Knoxx was looking at Jericho as if he had the intention to kill him.

“And I’m dressed now, just so you know. Not that you can see anything in here.” “Do you know who’s out there?” Jericho paused as if he was listening. Maybe he was scenting the air as well. I don’t know. After an agonizing 30 seconds he says “Both sides. They will have to deal with each other before anyone attempts to get to us in here.”

He was lucky Hendrix wasn't there when that happened. "I've told you to stop calling me that. My name is Hendrix," "Your name is also Kylian and that's not the point. Let the girl do what she wants. You don't have to be a dick because she refused to suck your mini balls," you see, Jericho is very useful. I didn't like him but his mouth always made him the target of torment for almost everyone.

he responded, a hint of defense in his voice. Jericho's brow furrowed as he contemplated the question. Sensing her unease, he quickly responded, "No, I know nothing. I had no involvement." Xena's gaze lingered on his face, searching for any signs of deception. Satisfied with his answer, she nodded once more, her focus shifting to the matter at hand. "Do you know where they have imprisoned the assassin?" Jericho asked, wanting to find way to eliminate him.

Jericho's sincere concern for my well-being underscores the significance of proper training and the potential risks involved in combat situations. “Wow, I can't believe I'm actually doing this training for the first time!” I exclaimed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. Catching my breath, I turned to Jericho and suggested, “Hey, before we dive back in, how about grabbing a drink? I could use a little refreshment.”

she tried to touch me, but I shoved her hands off. "I'm not here for you." I walked past her before I even had time to take notice of the reaction on her face. I went straight to the fighting arena. Two men were beating each other bloody inside the ring, while cheers erupted around them. Jericho sat there like a king, enjoying the violence. "Jericho," I said. He turned to me, and the smile on his face quickly disappeared. "Bloodbath," he said slowly. "What a surprise." He leaned back. "Didn't think I’d see you here again after killing someone in my club."

It was almost as if an earthquake would happen and the intensity of things erased all forms of living things—even ants were not spared. "Hmm what a sight to behold." Jericho said and the two looked at him. "What? It can't be only me relishing on the feeling of killing those idiots." He scoffed, taking out his phone from his pocket to snap the destruction. "There, another record broken." He mumbled and grinned before entering his car and driving away. "I swear Jericho must be high on something," Emmett frowned as they watched him go and Nikolai chuckled. "He is a crazy one, no doubt."

His mind churned—fury boiling hot, thoughts slamming into each other, looking for a way out. Beside him, Jeremiah rode silent, stiff as a board. Not the same quiet, though—his was heavier, loaded with shit he couldn’t say. Jeremy didn’t look at him, just kept his eyes on the passing blur of streetlights and shadows, but the air between them crackled anyway. He exhaled slow, a hiss through his teeth, before breaking the hush, voice low and edged with something nasty. “X,” he said, still staring out. “You’ve been off lately.”