Doors Jack Novels & Stories

Chapter 25. Switching it... Daniel went to the basement of the company to get his car when he saw Jack bend over his Audi. Apparently there was some issue with the engine because he could see Jack working some plugs and wires but the car won’t start. "Jack. What happened"? Daniel went to him to check. "Hmmm? I don’t know. The car won’t start. It’s too late that my mechanic can’t come either". Jack said racking his hair. He was standing with one hand on his hip and other in his hair. Looking at his car in pure disappointment.

“Is it right here? No—wait. Maybe a bit more to the left?” I stayed quiet, watching him struggle as he moved the jack again. A metallic scrape echoed as it slipped. Fred cursed under his breath. “Damn thing won’t stay put.” Another slip. Then— Footsteps. Quick and deliberate. Warren was back. He didn’t say anything at first. He just marched straight over, his jaw tight, eyes flashing. Without warning, he snatched the jack out of Fred’s hands. “For God’s sake,” Warren growled. “You couldn’t even find the support point. Were you trying to snap the damn undercarriage?”

“Oh, right…” Keith grins, pulls out the tire, and tosses it onto the ground. It bounces, but he uses his foot to settle it down, and then rolls it over beside the flat and lays it down beside it. Then, he comes back to the trunk and fishes something else out that I’m proud enough to know is a jack and goes back to the front of the car. He gets down on his knees and peers underneath like he’s looking for something. Once he’s found it, he slides the jack under and attaches a long metal handle. Then he motions to me. “Bring me that, would you?”

Emma closed her laptop and took a deep breath. "Em? You still up?" Jack's voice echoed through their too-big house, slightly slurred. "In the bedroom," she called back, slipping on her glasses like armor. Jack appeared in the doorway, still in his game-day suit, tie hanging loose around his neck. At thirty-two, he was in his hockey prime—six-foot-two, shoulders like a coat hanger, jawline that could cut glass. He'd been gorgeous when they met in college. Now he was sculpted.

"Okay," Dad said as he leaned back in his chair. "Let's talk about this Jack guy." I groaned. "Do we have to?" "Absolutely." Mom laughed. "We definitely have to." I shook my head. "There's really not much to tell." Dad pointed at me. "Start with what you know." I thought about it for a moment. "Well, he sold me my car." Dad nodded. "Okay." "He's the General Manager at the dealership."

Five miles away, the sun didn't suggest itself—it glared off the chrome of a customized Harley-Davidson. Jax let out a low growl as his wrench slipped, his knuckles barking against the cold metal engine block. He didn't flinch. He just wiped the blood onto his oil-stained jeans, his dark eyes narrowed in focus. At 6'4", Jax was a titan of a man, his frame packed with dense, functional muscle that made him look more like a Greek statue than a college-aged heir. "Boss, you're gonna kill that engine if you keep staring at it like it owes you money," a voice yelled over the sound of a nearby air compressor.

Saat ini Janu sedang menuju kantin rumah sakit yang disediakan khusus untuk para karyawan. Mereka bisa akrab karena berasal dari satu almamater saat mengambil sekolah spesialis. Jadi cocok sekali saat ditempatkan di rumah sakit ini. Janu dipanggil Jack karena itu adalah nickname-nya saat mereka Coass dulu. "Ini baru selesai poli. Mau makan dulu. Lu mau ke mana?" Janu balik bertanya. Mereka berjalan beriringan sembari berbincang. Beberapa karyawan rumah sakit menyapa kedua lelaki itu saat berpapasan. Ada juga yang sengaja berhenti untuk melihat ketampanan mereka.

They are all my favorites. Just then, the car honked. “Daddy is here... Sorry, Uncle Jack!” Damon corrected and ran out. I shook my head tired of him and his disobedience. I carried Delinda and followed the boys. Jack rested against his car waiting for me. He loved to go traditional even when it came to transport but because of the babies, he had to take one of the numerous cars in his garage. Sometimes, Jack did too much for the kids and me. “My favorite people in the world!” He shouted when he saw us and I chuckled.

Nice to see my big bad Alpha brother has had his ass handed to him by this dainty albeit weird-ass powerful fae too. I clear my throat, refusing to acknowledge – or admit—Jack’s spoken the truth. “You have to have some way to get around when you leave the valley.” “Yes, of course. Come with me.” Jack and I follow Darby across the lawn to the shed. I help her open the double doors, but what’s inside isn’t what I expected to see. Her vehicle is an old decommissioned WWII jeep with a faded red cross painted on the hood and doors, one I’m not certain has been driven since. Its tires are flat and the rubber rotted, the seats are cracked and the stuffing disintegrating, its covered with rust and

He decided not to have a road name. Jack is the shortest of the three brothers, at just 6’ even, with black hair and blue eyes. Depending on the occasion he could be wearing a beard or clean shaven. Jack has the "open mouth insert foot" syndrome. It often gets him in trouble. Jazz is a bartender for now, until she decides what she wants to do with her life. She enjoys being a badass biker chic and with nothing keeping her from doing whatever she wants to do. School is just not for her. Jade said it was a miracle she graduated high school.