Dear Satan Jack Black Novels & Stories

“ That is true ! “ said Massimo with a serious tone . Jack drank the glass of whiskey till the end then took the bottle and filled the glass again . “ You are drinking rather fast tonight . “ said Massimo . “ I wanna get drunk . Unless I get drunk “ If you wanna get drunk then go empty your own whiskey collection . “ said Massimo . Jack looked at him annoyed as he held the bottle . “ Bro , you have over 200 billion dollars in your name and you are being stingy over some whiskey ? I never thought you were such a petty person . “ said Jack annoyed . Massimo sighed as he laughed a little . He took the whiskey bottle from Jack and filled his glass . “ This surely is a “ I don’t know . “ said Jac

I wagged my finger at their faces, taunting them. “I want the both of you to see this,” I said looking at the two brothers. The Salazar brothers are known on the black market for having ruthless hearts. I'm just not sure if they could still stay indifferent when they see the people they care for slowly die in an excruciating death. I flashed them a smile as I walk around the table and spotted the pliers on the toolbox. Perfect. “Antonio, how much do you love your nails?” He opened his mouth then close it, then open them again.

I got my Skittles rainbow. "You turned him into Skittles?" Jessi asks as she laughs. I twirl happily in the Skittles as Satan walks over. "I guess you really didn't need me." He says, eating a few of the candies. "You're from the underworld, just like Surtur. You're basically eating him right now, so does that make you a cannibal?" I ask him as his hand stops midway to his mouth. The rest of the candies fall to the ground. "I'm leaving. Davina, I say this with much respect. I hope I never see you again." Satan walks toward the crack and takes the last few remaining demons with him. You know I can't let him get away that easily.

Lucifer’s cat, which used to only meow, now used a masculine sound. “Ah... you don’t want to share your fun even a little?” “No, so find or make your fun,” said the black cat as he walked away to follow Felen and Aghnya. Satan chuckled with a wide smile on his lips. His eyes even formed a crescent shape, showing that he was quite amused, although not sure what exactly he was laughing at. “Hm, have fun. Hopefully, the game you created doesn’t turn against you, O my dear brother.” Satan’s words are full of mockery.

"Odin wants to be the Devil." Jack clenched his obsidian fist. The black veins flared, not with pain, but with power. "Let them bring Ragnarok," Jack Sterling said to the wind. "I’ve killed a God. Now... it’s time to hunt the Kings."

*CLANG. The sound of metal on light vibrated through the air. I opened my eyes to see Jack the Noir Man standing in front of me. He was tiny compared to the Sentry, a black-and-white smudge in a world of neon color, but he was holding his grayscale revolver sideways, blocking the blade with a shield of solidified ink. "I’ve lived in the trash for fifty years, kid!" Jack yelled, his voice crackling with static. "I’m not letting some glorified office-supply giant delete the only interesting thing to happen to this server since 1998!"

I have finally had enough of these assholes in this hell hole labeled as a hospital. 'No! You will go nowhere till you give me the answer to the question I asked you' He tells me and at this moment, he is now sounding so stupid. Okay now, I am beginning to doubt if compared to Jack, Mr. Black is still the World's most famous pervert. Even though I know Jack is a very weird and annoying guy, I never thought him to be this creepy. 'Sweetie, it will do you good to tell me now or I will have to force you to....' like seriously?

“Jessica, can you go see if the drinks were restocked before the jet leaves the ground.” “Yes Mr. Baphomet, I’ll take care of it right away.” He waited for her to leave us alone before turning his attention back to me. “Alright Levi, what’s going on?” “Well, you do remember Mr. Grey Hamill?” “Oh, do you mean that old guy that I threaten after he told me that I’m a bad influence on you?”

a smug tone said from behind me. My heart dropped. No. It couldn’t be. I turned around, Jack. He stood by the fountain, hands in his pockets, wearing that same arrogant smirk I remembered from the welcome-back party. His blond hair was perfectly styled, his jaw sharp, his expression even sharper. “Jack?” I breathed. “The one and only.” He grinned, walking closer. “Wow, Hannah Black in the flesh. I was beginning to think you vanished off the face of the earth.” Piper stiffened beside me. “You’ve got some nerve showing your face here after what you did at that party.”