Female Jack Reacher Novels & Stories

when he heard her cries he growled annoyingly. He don't like when women cries and acts all delicate and innocent in front of him, he hates it. As soon as she wore her clothes she hurriedly left his bedroom. "Fucking weakling..." He mumbled after her... Jack was in the living room heading towards the dinning hall as it was almost breakfast time. Jack was a man in his late twenties with tall and build body, black eyes and hair, handsome but equally dangerous as Damian who likes to kill and torture people but with friendly and cool personality unlike Damian who always maintained strictness and discipline around him. He is Damian's right hand man, his friend and most trusted man. He saw the woma

Not as a wife, not as a mistress, but as Jennifer Walsh, the lawyer. As I stood up to stretch my aching back, my fingers brushed the pocket watch in my pocket. *Truth Always Wins.* The weight of it felt like an anchor. "Jenny," Rita said softly as Lucas stepped out to make some calls. "You're doing great. But... don't forget to breathe. You look like you're made of stone." "Stone doesn't bleed, Rita," I said, looking out at the skyline. I could see the Reach Group building in the distance, a gleaming tower that I used to think represented my security. Now, it was just a target.

She repeated, “I saw him.” Jack raised a brow at the woman, “Saw who?” he asked before letting her in the office. Azrick went close to them to help the woman. But before the woman could even take a step inside, before Azrick could even hold his hand and for Jack to fully open the door, a loud bang rang out the street and a shattered glass sounded in the building that the Private Investigation Office of Azrick Tevyat and Jack Morcov as assistant was heard. Then a thud of a body followed.

Asshole is going to pay for putting his filthy hands on my woman. He's gritting his teeth just thinking about it. "Even if you hadn't asked and I had discovered it myself, I would have killed him, so rest assured that he will be dead by the end of today! You have nothing to be concerned about! I'll never let anyone who harassed my woman freely roam the earth's surface!" A smile appears on the receptionist's face. She's always known Jack wants to get between her legs, but this is her first time seeing it, and it's somehow exciting her!

They all pretend this is a party, but it’s a graveyard of broken things. And I sit in the center of it all. Throne of steel wheels and leather straps, a cane balanced across my knees like a fucking scepter. A living corpse with claws. Paralyzed from the waist down, yeah—but power doesn’t bleed out your spine. It leaks from your eyes, your voice, your name. And my name? Still makes people piss themselves in corners. Jake Irwin. The fucking Reaper of the South Docks. “Where the fuck is she?” I growl, lighting a cigar and blowing the smoke in the face of a kid who just lost his third hand of poker. His lips tremble. I don’t break eye contact.

"What are you doing?" "Next time, know the type of person to mess up with, sweet pussy," Jack said with a smile before firing three shots at once at the woman. Her naked body was found on the floor after it had fallen. Before leaving the room, Jack gave a friendly smile to the audience. *** NIGHT>SEFAN'S CLAN *** When all of a sudden, the door to the room opened, and Jasmine walked in, Flora was there by herself. She questioned Flora, "Are you interested in watching the gangs while they fight?" Flora looked up in response to her question.

I couldn’t wrap my head around the weird plot twist and wondered if this was a punishment. “Who is she?” Ethan suddenly asked me during our sparring session. Ethan was my best friend and the Beta in line. “Who is who?” I groaned, confused as our metals clanked against each other. “Her smell is all over you. And I know she’s not from this—” “Alpha Prince…” Jack suddenly called, interrupting him. I stopped the training immediately, jogging towards him and leading him to my office for privacy. Jack was the private investigator I’d assigned to find out who the woman was. All I’d given him was a vague description and the pack she had mumbled in a haze the night before.

“Debra, the woman who was kidnapped by the man just now was the Great Eastern’s Artemis Sect Master? She’s also Darryl’s woman?” Jackie then suddenly thought of something and locked her eyes on Darryl, “For you to care so much about Debra, you must be…Darryl Darby?” ‘F*ck!’ Darryl was suddenly stunned upon seeing Jackie revealing his true identity. Jackie was amazing as she could immediately guess his identity once she found out who Debra was. Two seconds later, Darryl came to his senses before smiling and said, “That’s right!” Darryl then stretched his hand out and wiped off the Transfiguration Powder on his face—reverting to his original face.

The river threw back the city with a sneer. She stopped, all grace and calculation, a cat about to bat a bug. Jack skidded, dismounted with a slide that made his knee scream at his age. He held the gun low, palm open. “We can help you,” he said. “Walk away from whoever told you you’re a ghost.” She tilted her head. Close enough now for him to see the micro scars at her hairline, the ones that whispered about training that didn’t ask permission. Her eyes were very calm.

A kennel, bolted to the floor. Inside, a woman. Barefoot. Skin smudged. Eyes silver. Jack leveled his gun. “Police. Don’t move.” She didn’t flinch. “You’re late.” His finger twitched. “Hands where I can see them.” “Shackled,” she said calmly, raising raw wrists. “Try again.” He stepped closer. “What’s your name?” She tilted her head. “Do you need it to do your job?” “Lady, I just pulled you out of a goddamn horror movie. Humor me.”