Cyberchase Jackie Novels & Stories

“Mom. This is Chase. And Ava.” He offered his hand. “Nice to meet you after Ryan has told me all about you.” “Jackie Ackerman. Ryan is such a huge fan of yours. It’s been a dream come true for him, getting to hang out and bullshit about bull riding.” She turned her gaze to Ava. “Thanks for sending the video of Ryan’s winning ride. I really wish I coulda taken time off work to see it live.” “No problem. Do you mind if I tape your rides tonight?”

“Call the organizer.” Jackie grinned ear to ear, crossing his arms. “I am the organizer.” He was being pleasant to Liam, as he was a billionaire. While Liam’s expression hardened, his blue eyes narrowed as he regarded Jackie like a king assessing a peasant. “Then explain to me why you set up a stage that could have easily caught fire. What were you thinking?” Jackie shifted uncomfortably, his bravado faltering under Liam’s intense gaze. “It was for the special effects! Malfunctions happen sometimes; it’s not luck!”

“Isn’t she in charge of buying groceries for the pack house? She needs the truck to go back and forth the city. Okay now this was getting interesting. I knew for sure that getting the groceries was someone else’s job, not Greta’s. And if anyone was getting groceries, there had to be at least two of them because they would do a lot of buying and lifting. It wasn’t a task for one person. “So, she borrows your truck everyday?” Jackie hummed and shook her head. “No, not everyday. Maybe three or four times a week.” “And since when does she regularly borrow yours?” “About a month ago I think, around the same time Luna Tamara joined the pack.” I got a weird feeling after these revelations. Somethin

" Jackie said in a hurry, changing the whole topic. "Should I wait back for you? " "No, we'll meet back at home. I have a lot of things to do back here with Madam Maggie! " Cassie yelled back as she ran through the silent corridor. "Just a little more time Cassie and you''ll have everything you deserve and have ever wished for in this world of course, everything. " Jackie muttered under her breath as her lips curled up into a smile. She continued with her chores. Singing one of Taylor songs. Taylor really loves singing break ups and love songs but most importantly she knows how to reach people's heart with her songs.

"Enough with this nonsense guys." said Jack looking at his band mates who are making fun of him as he got into yet another scandal with a female idol, couple of days ago. "Don’t be grumpy Jack. Look at the gossips. Oh My God! your fans are scolding that poor girl as she is in scandal with you. I pity her" said Zach McQueen one of his band mates. He is closest to Jack. Zach is also known as 'THUNDER' by fans. His voice is so deep and sexy, so they named him Thunder.

I made a snide comment. "We don't need to use any torture methods on you; we've already acquired a means to contact him. Did Jack mention Dr. Mark Bowen by any chance?" My face was probably as white as a sheet because Ezra grinned. "Jack is smart, I'll give him that much but he's also a human being like anyone of us and humans are bound to get exhausted when they reach their limits. In Jack's case, there was a minor slip up. He contacted Bowen in an emergency and the number lit up like a Christmas tree. That's all we needed."

A sob breaks hard. She rubs my back in a soothing manner. Jackie is not only my mum’s gossip partner but someone who watched over me when I was a little kid. “It’s going to be okay, dear.” She pulls away, water in her eyes and kind, brown ones peering into mine. “I don’t know what happened, but I’m glad you are safe and alright. I’m sure Lizzy is glad, too… wherever she is.” I nod, sniffing. “Be happy, child.”

his voice lowered, “…was he waiting for something?” I didn’t answer. The same questions circled my mind, relentless and unsolved. But no matter how many times I turned it over in my mind, nothing fit neatly into place. “Let’s wait for Jack’s conclusion,” I said at last. As if on cue, the figure crouched beside the corpse rose to her feet. She peeled off her gloves and surgical mask in one fluid motion and tossed them into a biohazard bag nearby before turning toward us. Jacqueline Archer—Jack for short—cut a striking figure in her pristine white coat. Her short bob framed a face that was composed yet sharp, almost aggressively beautiful.

Chase didn’t press the issue, only nodded in understanding. They arrived at the village and Jack pulled up to his house where his mother had agreed to have the staff prepare lunch for everyone. Chase used his mind-link abilities to contact his grandmother and see if they could come over there instead, and she happily said yes, she would have some croissants ready for them. Taking the book with him, Jack cared it the few blocks to Chase’s grandmother’s house. The two of them walked quickly to Grandma Genevieve and Grandpa Heinrich’s house.

That one time that I would have gotten to experience some on field work by being a hunter, I had to get left behind because I had to babysit some aristocratic kid who was possessed by the demon prince of greed. It sucks. “Turn that frown upside down, Zarah.” Jackie tries to cheer me up while I pout while slouching on the couch of our headquarters. She has a troubled smile as she tries to figure out how to talk to me. “We promise to be back in no time.”