Choices Jack Stauber Novels & Stories

“I’m the ADC," another boy with silver hair spoke up, extending his hand to the newcomer. "My name is Jackey, but I go by Jack in the game. I’m seventeen this year, the youngest on the team.” Leon Batton nodded and shook his hand. “Nice to meet you.” He also recognized Jackey, who used to be an internet streamer and a famous gamer in eSports. Xyla Quest signed him onto the team when he turned sixteen and trained him for an entire year.

He saw my attack coming as it was too late, the momentum of his move rendering him vulnerable as my body crashed into his. “If you didn’t know your Luna before, you certainly do now. Round of applause for Luna Maia everybody!” Dean broke the silence, reminding me of a presenter in a boxing ring as he entered the circle. My chest heaved as I untangled myself from the heap Julius and I had fallen in. “Well done, little wolf.” Thanatos chuckled through the mindlink, and I was surprised to hear pride in his voice. “You won’t be so lucky next time.” “Keep telling yourself that, honey.” I purred in response, meeting his eyes as we both stood tall behind Dean.

Jack needed to get Thorne's attention, and in a place like this, there was only one language everyone understood. He made his way to the organizer, a greasy man with a gold tooth, and threw a thin roll of cash on the table. "I want to fight," Jack said, his voice low. The man looked him up and down, a look of pity and amusement on his face. "You got a death wish, kid? The next guy up is 'The Butcher.' He's got three kills in the cage." "I'll sign the waiver," Jack said simply.

Who do you think? There are so many options but I've narrowed them down. One of the subs? Montana? Anthony? Dean Jiang? Or someone different entirely?

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

she said. "I don't think he's ever cared," Sophie said, reaching to open a drawer below her dresser. "Tell them we'll be right down, Mom. We just have to make some finishing touches." Finishing touches take twenty minutes when Sophie handles them. We went down the stairs to find Jax and Zharn standing there, looking effortlessly cool. Jax’s black bomber jacket and fitted dark gray T-shirt barely masked his broad shoulders, the black ripped jeans completing his usual rugged yet put-together style. We are matching. A silver chain peeked from under his shirt, and his whiskey-colored eyes flickered over my outfit. I felt naked.

He knew something was going to happen. “That doesn’t matter! Dad gave you everything. He has worked so hard to make sure we have the perfect life here and you go and throw it all away. What about me! I was supposed to be the next Alpha. Now…What? You just throw it all away for someone you just met?” “Jared. You don’t understand. I have known Alpha Caleb for years.” “So, he is the one you have been sneaking off to go see every night?” Jackie looks down to the ground in shame and she realizes that Jared has known for much longer than she thought. When she feels arms wrap around her from behind and a finger push her chin up and a voice tell her that a Luna should never be ashamed of what she do

“Emma and Chuks. Tasha and Ian. Brittany and Claire. Sam and Ruby....” Ryder leaned back in his chair like he was too good for all of it. “Zachary Jameson....” Professor Staks paused. My spine stiffened. I hoped it wasn't a self obsessed turd. Please God, please. “and Michelle Jackson.” Ouf, the gamer girl? Thank Goodness. Professor Staks coughed. "Sorry Michelle goes with Antonio Vonn. I meant Zachary Jameson and Mr Summers."