Battle Jack Novels & Stories

The two guards whispered quickly in Jack's ear, and he shoved away the woman draped across his lap and studied Andrew with sharp eyes. "So, you're Mr. Andrew Lloyd of Gabo Creek?" Andrew smiled politely. "That's right. I hope I'm not intruding." Jack's fleshy face lit up with excitement. "Not at all. Having you in my humble place is an honor! Mr. Lloyd, you're incredible! Anyone who can fight his way out of Goldridge and crush that piece of shit leader from Hidden Dragon deserves my respect. I'm Jack Moss, also known as Big Jack." The nickname 'Big Jack' caught Andrew off guard, but looking at the man's size, it fit too perfectly.

I reply as I get to the door. Oh, thank the Goddesses above. She responds. I cut the mind link as I put my thumb on the scanner and the door clicks open, I slip inside before I close the door and bolt it. Juniper’s breathing is coming in short, shallow pants and I know she’s on the verge of having a panic attack. I make my way through the living area and down to the underground bunker where the rest of the pack who aren’t warriors and who can’t shift are. I find a quiet corner and sit on the ground, holding her in my lap.

I smartened up into my suit and open shirt, carefully changing the bandage on my ribcage from the fight. Jerichos was bouncing, it had been the craziest seventy-two hours of my life and hopefully this was to be a peaceful conclusion. I don't know why but I had a switchblade on me. Perhaps everything with Jimmy had left me rattled, maybe even Callums betrayal, but I couldn't risk Johnny turning on me too. I've already told you he looks demure but is as vicious as a raid bulldog. I ordered him a double of the most expensive whisky in the bar and took a booth near the door where I could see him. A few women tried catching my eye but it wasn't happening. The volume, the brightness had been turne

"The second rule of fight is to identify your opponents weakness. No matter how great of a fighter your opponent is , remember everyone has a weakness." Jason was standing in the center, addressing the warriors and I gulp feeling out of place. They all, even the girls we so toned...wearing sports bras and fittings pants.....while my clothes were so baggy....a worn out jogger with holes in it and an oversized hoody, hiding my thin frame and bruises below. "You need to attack at that-" His words stop as he took in my presence. Noticing my awkwardness. "Thora. You may join the third row. At the end."

" The hell am I going to tell our client? Do I tell him you're a fuck up? Brett? " Stung into response, Brett replied, " it didn't go according to plan! I didn't know her friends would return so early! I didn't plan.. " he was silenced by a clean shot to the brain, the gun was being tucked into the pocket of the boss's coat. " I didn't ask you what you planned, you piece of shit." he muttered at the brainless body of Brett that was collecting blood on the carpet. Cussing and muttering, boss yelled, " JIM" the guard who'd given Brett the stink eye emerged through the doors. " clear that crap from there and get a man to do the fucking job! "

"You have a mate bond with her. All you need to do is use it to track her." William had never been one to reveal a weakness. He'd learned if the other immortals thought he was all-powerful, it helped to feed his reputation as an unstoppable killer, and therefore keep their fear of him high. As much as he hated being seen as the boogeyman, it was a necessary part of who and what he was. But in this case, none of that mattered. He needed to get to Emily. If Empusa could help him, he could stomach eating a little crow. "I don't know what you mean," he said irritably.

He stood there with a huge mocking grin plastered across his face. Jack Aceson Juarez, an asshole that belongs to the house of Beta. He was wearing a white dress shirt and black slack, a little decent for someone who belongs in the house of Beta. His wavy black hair that normally covers his forehead was gelled back. He was leaning against the wall as he mocked me, but he still appeared so tall. His body was well built, he was a Basketball player after all.

Neo's eyes lowered. "There are battles you'll face in life where your fists won't help." He paused. "A wise man chooses his battles carefully." "A strong man knows when not to fight." "And a great man learns how to win without throwing a punch." Neo absorbed every word. "You fought because you were angry." The boy nodded slowly. "I was." "And that's exactly why you lost." Neo blinked. "But I won." Ethan shook his head. "No, buddy." His voice was gentle. "The moment anger controlled you, you lost."

The veins in his arms were showing as he touched my legs, parting them further as if I wasn’t yet open enough to him. I saw him walk to the cabinet, when he turned to me, fiery and dangerous eyes appeared. There was a stick on his hand, a silicon was on its end. I am not familiar with that thing, and I think it does not matter at all. What matters is that Jacob shove his cock in my wetness and fuck me hard. “Whose whore are you?” Jacob asked as he was running the stick on my legs. “You… ughh!” I didn’t complete my sentence because before I could even say it, Jacob already whipped the stick on my legs.

Jake grinned as he headed to Buzzer’s table, where five men were seated. “What can I get you, handsome?” “Bottle of water,” Jake said and pulled out the chair to sit down. “Glad you could make it, Wrath,” Buzzer said. Jake grinned, his smile putting Buzzer at ease as a few other men greeted him as well. A Prospect sat down on Jake’s other side. The man was well over six feet and probably close to 350 pounds. His face was scarred and tattoos adorned his knuckles. “This is Donnie. He recently retired from some underground fighting club,” Buzzer said.