Cactus Jacks Fargo Novels & Stories

The sun was already setting, and there were a lot of people gathered, celebrating the upcoming Christmas, and I couldn't help but smile. "I don't want to be here," Jack grumbled, and I rolled my eyes. "Loosen up! Let's have fun." With that, I grabbed Jack's hand and led him to a booth where we could play games and win prizes. "Seriously?" Jack asked with an eyebrow raised, and I pointed my finger to the large yellow Stuart the Minion sitting on a bench.

"What did they do to you, Jack?" "I'll spare you the details, Cotton-Candy. I thought it was the best punishment Brady could think of for what I'd been doing. I stayed there for six months until I had enough." Jack's hand began shaking. I turned in his arms and lay my head on his chest, snuggling close. I took his shaking hand in mine and interlocked our fingers.

Jack chuckled and said flatly, "You must be Zhang Jue, right? We heard about the Supreme Convention and we'd like to join in on the fun. Why are we called the intruders?" Initially, Jack wanted to announce that he had already left the Raksasa Tribe, but after careful consideration, he thought it would be good if they could place the blame on the Raksasa Tribe for what they did that day. In the next second, his eyes fell on Darryl, gleaming with sheer coldness. "Sect Master Darby, how have you been?" ‘F*ck, Darryl. Because of him, I was scolded by Natalie in The Rock City and lost my dignity. I can’t let that go so easily,’ Jack thought.