Cloud And Jacques Novels & Stories

~Third Person's POV~ Jacques is a white french man who is the new boss in charge of the secret arms dealing and they have been doing business with him for a while now. He is known to have alliances with several mafia families and has many that covers his dirty business and he's also very abrasive and short tempered. Lexis and William arrives at their arranged meeting place with their various cars and persons. And then, one of Jacques' men comes out to meet them as they wait outside.

However, after a great calamity, he forgot these skills. Meanwhile, Jac was furious. Flames flickered on his claws, scorching the ground and leaving charred marks. His aura grew increasingly close to level eight. Unbeknownst to Adrian, Jac was heading toward the celestial herb garden. Wherever Jac went, he left a trail of scorched earth in his wake.

Sweat fell from Jacob's forehead, and he hurriedly said, "Sir Denmark, Sir Denmark, this is a misunderstanding..." "Misunderstanding?" Joshua's eyes were a bit colder. "You mean, is this the fault of my assistant?" "No, not..." Jacob was even more fearful, he felt pressure from Joshua and could not even complete a sentence. Jacqueline, who was still on the ground, did not recognize Joshua. When she saw Jacob being so fearful, she suddenly burned with anger. She climbed up from the ground and pointed to Joshua, shouting loudly. "I don’t care who you are, obviously this bitch seduced my husband! Do you think I can't see it? You are young, and you actually thought of give my husband a woman, so

He is a man of his word, but his heart aches for his mate. At supper in the private dining room, He informs us that it was Marie's mother, who was the Voodoo Queen, she had a long-standing alliance with the vampires of New Orleans, particularly one powerful and charismatic vampire, Jacques Saint Clair. "Jacques and Marie's mother shared a deep bond, and he had sworn to protect her and her descendants from harm. However, when Marie's mother died under mysterious circumstances, Jacques was consumed by grief and anger. He vowed to find those responsible and exact revenge. We have not heard from him since then. Some seem to think that he may still be here in New Orleans, but under another name,

“You’re moving into a live field. Jace’s residual scripts are here. He’s been anticipating this; every movement you make is monitored.” I paused, staring at the shifting code. Jace. I should have known he’d be involved. The envy, the hatred, it always drove him. Marcus had been the architect, but Jace thrived on chaos. His fingerprints were everywhere, hidden in plain sight, waiting to strike. And he would.

Camilo said, trying to coax Ricardo to be the one to represent the company. “Yes, Mr. Romero… I have a plan, and it will be a bomb,” Jacques said, waving his hands in the air dramatically. He was a strange man. From his clothes to his appearance. Ricardo found everything about the man weird. He was wearing flashy sunglasses, loose cream-white trousers, a long-sleeved shirt and suspenders on top. Ricardo found his fashion sense off.

i said fieghing a smile. He pushed himself away from the wall to stand before me. " How is your lips? " I heard him asked softly. I look up at him and i smile " It's fine " i said before looking away. The airs around jack mayor command authority. I'm sure everyone will feel intimidated under his gaze. " It's late, sleep here " Jack said with a tone of finality. " No i can't, i have ... " " You can't go for shooting with your lips like this, I'm going to claw foot club company tomorrow anyway so our direction is pretty the same "

In a distant facility in the heart of Pennsylvania. Jacques, a young high-level wizard, hastily ran to the headmaster's quarters with a jovial, menacing grin on his lips. “In your face Gertrude Fallis,” he mumbled to himself. The tussle of his long black robe dances in sync with his movements. His mid-length black hair was braided in a French style, making him appear relaxed and friendly, but deep inside his blue eyes, he couldn't hide the pressure, the sleepless nights, and the uneasiness he'd been feeling recently.

“Take care yourself, Jacques.” Jacques looked at into her eyes. “Could I practice what you taught me?” Celestine widened her eyes. “Not in the front of those people.” Jacques giggled. He kissed her forehead and waved at her before getting aboard to the ship. Celestine kept watching the man’s back and every single step he made to reach the ship from the ladder steps. The tide was playing with the wind. The seagulls were flying to entertain the sky with their flipping wings, shrieking as saying good bye to beautiful moments.

"I guess it's not completely impossible for you to get into the banquet." Jayla lit up with hope, an overwhelming desperation that instantly displaced all her shame as she stared at him hungrily. "Strip, and put on a show for me," Jacques said, taking a sip of his wine. Jayla gritted her teeth, taking everything off her as she stood in front of Jacques smoldering at him. "What kind of show do you like, Mister Jacques?" "I like watching dogs," Jacques smiled. Jayla's expression shifted, and Jacques looked at her calmly.