First Jack Reacher Novels & Stories

The unborn baby hasn't committed any crime, so it was also his child, right? I don't know what else to say, but if anything happens to Grace, I'd fucking curse God and kill my fucking self. I blow off their heads like they were nothing because they were actually nothing to me. All I cared about now was Grace. I wanted to see her, to fucking have her with me again. “Don, if you can, search for his right-hand man. He should know where Raymond is” Jack said to me through the ear device. I made my way into the mansion as my men turned the mansion red. I love these men, they showed no mercy and killed quickly. It was like their guns were attached to their hands, they didn't miss at all. Their wea

This was all the way insane. His gaze caught on a metal chair, the chair he’d been chained to for three endless days. Rage built inside him. He wanted Blackwell. He wanted to end the bastard. Where the hell was he? “Jack?” Joe’s voice came from above. “Jack? Are you down there?” “Right here.” The rookie drummed down the stairs, his gun straight out in front of him, looked around, paled when he understood where he was standing. “This is it?” Jack nodded, suddenly suffocating. “Don’t touch anything. But see if you can find something that would identify the bastard. Got a crime-scene kit?”

Hugh realised he was making a mess of this, he was trying to make light conversation to find out more about her but was managing to either threaten to expose or insult her instead and Knox was prowling in his head, frustrated that Hugh didn’t just throw her in the car and take her home. “I’m sorry.” he stammered, “That came out wrong, I’m just curious why you don’t live with your pack.” He saw the colour rise slightly in her cheeks. “There was nothing there for me so I left.” she answered cryptically. “What pack are you from?” she asked, changing the subject. “I’m a Delta from the Reiver Pack.” “What’s your special duty then?” enquired Annie, keeping her face passive. “Reckoner.” he replied.

"Hard-light projection mixed with telepathic suggestion. The Core... it’s reading your mind, Jack. It’s building a cage out of your memories. It's trying to keep you here." "Look," Catherine pointed to the porch. Sitting on the front porch swing was a figure. A little girl in a white dress with blue ribbons. She was swinging gently back and forth. Creak. Creak. She was humming a lullaby. "Sarah?" Jack called out. The name tore from his throat like a jagged stone. Sarah Reacher. His little sister. The one he failed to save. The one who died in the fire twenty years ago. The humming stopped.

Those bastard took my family away from me,made my father make the worst decision of his life. "Bastard, you have five minutes to explain to me why the fuck you did what you and who was your leader that night or else trust me ..You'll hate the consequences. Hurry the fuck up as I don't have all day and night ,I have a mate who needs me so SPEAK UP!" I roared in anger and I was glad to see him recoil in fear. "He-he, he payed me ,five hundred worth of gold-" "Stutter one more time and you'll see why I'm called jack rider the big bad alpha."

I find myself becoming fond of the investigator, Jack Darlington, almost immediately. I first meet him in the Alpha's hospital room, a couple of days before he's due to be discharged and sent home. I'd been sent to help Liam with the press the first time he came to see the Alpha and had missed him.

The countryside fell away to outer suburbia, then to the concrete geometry of a city pretending it had nothing to hide. Jack rested his elbow against the open window and let the hot wind take whatever was left of the dust from the garage. Old oaths had been pulled out of storage, oiled, reassembled. Next stop: the baker. Then the hacker. Then the linguist with a letter opener that could pin air to a wall. One last mission. He glanced at Bruno, at the lines the years had carved, at the grin that still arrived too quickly and left just as fast. “Good to have you back,” Jack said.

He had read formation tactics from a security camera feed and relocated himself before a trained operative reached his door. He was twenty two years old and had grown up stealing bread. And yet. I closed the file. Stood up. Walked to the window. Stone City spread out beyond the walls. Dark and vast and full of history that someone had worked very hard to bury. History that had a twenty two year old boy's name written through it like a thread. I was going to pull that thread. Whatever came loose when I did I was going to be ready for it. Jack POV I woke up on the east wing floor at six thirteen.

He looked completely relaxed, his hand draped over the windowpane as he idled, waiting for a group of hooded figures to cross the street. "Jason!" He blinked, finally looking at me with mild confusion. "What's wrong, Jack? Do you not feel good? You kinda look like you're mad or something—" "Where in the fucking hell are we, kid?" I snarled, grabbing him by his scarf and yanking him so we were nose-to-nose. I was tired of them surprising me with shit like this. He could at least ease me into it! "Huh? You picking up boys on the run and bringing them to docks to kill them?! Fucking pervert!"

said Jack. “Good idea Jack” I said, stroking her. Jack giggles, Kronika was amazed to what she just saw “a servant based from infamous serial killer from Britain that brutally murdered five innocent women and Scotland Yard had failed to catch him. This version of Jack is the collective conscious of children that didn’t have the chance to be born” said Cetrion. “That’s Jack for you in the world of Fate/Grand Order.” I said, seeing Jack riding on my back.