Forbidden Hero Jackie Walker Novels & Stories

"No, listen to me this time. You wait for me in the car, and I'll go in and see him. If he sees me with you, he would not show up." Both of them were stubborn. Since both of them did not want to take a step back, they would not be able to come to a conclusion. In the end, Jackie took a step back and said, "Okay, you go." He asked her to enter the tower first, and then he would follow her. Anyway, she did not say that he couldn't follow her secretly. "You are not allowed to follow me secretly," Serene added this line in time, and now Jackie lost his backup plan.

I asked her as she flung her arms around my neck. "Oh, daddy! It was awful, I have never been so embarrassed!" She sobbed. "What are you talking about pumpkin?" I asked worriedly. "I tried to get Alpha Damien to come to my room like you wanted and he turned me down because of his murdering, worthless mate! I'm so sorry daddy." Jackie choked out. "Who is his mate?" I asked her even though I already knew the answer. "Rose. It's Rose daddy. He turned me away, an alpha's daughter for that slut in rags!" She yelled as she pulled away from me.

Although Jack was clearly angry, Queenie was not happy at all. Instead, her face was somewhat serious! ‘Jack is called as cold iceberg because his emotion won’t change even if the sky collapses, but now his emotion is exposed in front of her because of Naomi's words.’ ‘Jacky, is Naomi so special to you?’ Queenie was unwilling to accept the truth that Naomi was so special to Jack. She stared at Jack and remembered that ten years ago, in Spring Orphanage...

we are fine." Tears dropped from his eyes. He remembered how Zack tried to apologize to him for being part of those that sacrificed his best friend but he beat Zack up and gave him bruises all over his face. He hated Zack for what he did. He hated the fact that Zack couldn't stand up for himself and he always let anybody manipulate him. He remembered telling Zack that he will never forgive him and he also remembered Zack telling him that he will make it up for him that his dad forced him to be a part of the sacrifice. With the way his family members partook in the killing of his best friend, he made up his mind to leave the house. When he recovered from the shock, he left the house for goo

"So tragic. I still remember how you begged Lucius to loan you the helicopter so you could see her one last time before she passed. Too bad he was busy watching the sunset with me on the beach and didn't have time to waste on your trivial matters." Her words struck a nerve. Grandma wasn't just the last guardian of the Blackthorn pack. She was the only one in this world who had ever truly loved me. And Lucy had turned that grief into a trophy, something to wave in my face as proof that she had won. All the hatred I had endured for years erupted in a split second. My vision went red, and I lunged at her. "Ah!" Lucy screamed in terror, having never expected that someone as historically submissi

" Lisa turned around fully prepared to walk away and never talk to Jack again. She would tell Femi that she had tried her best but that Jack was in no position to have a decent conversation. Jack knew that if he let Lisa go, he was never going to get another shot at fixing whatever it was that they had. He was blind with fury about her and Femi but at the same time, he knew that she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. So as upset as he was, he knew he couldn't let her leave, not the way the conversation had ended. He needed her to say more, to give him some kind of hope that it was indeed not the end. He was sure there was a reason she came around, and like the self-sabotaging

I met Jack in a dark alleyway after Felix and I had completed our first assignment. We had both been shot and we were bleeding as we heard the high heels click clack towards us. He had smelled our blood and we both looked at the big man that stood in front of us wearing a skin tight dress. Jack was also Jackie and he loved to dress up and perform at a downtown club over weekends. Jack had loaded us in his car and taken us home, he was a lone wolf and preferred it that way. We became friends and whenever we travelled through Oklahoma we would drop in on him. He had cried when I called him with the news that Felix had been killed.

Flora’s eyes widened in disbelief, her hand still hovering near his reddening cheek, O’Connor stood frozen. Jackie gently lowered her hand to her side because it seemed she was too mummified to do it by herself. “Now, I’d tell you to grab his dick, but that would be an insult, there’s nothing there worth grabbing. A real man doesn’t treat a woman with disrespect, no matter her job,” I continued calmly. “Jackie, because you escalated the situation instead of letting my men handle it, you’re suspended for one month. As for you, O’Connor, you’re banned for life, but I’m not finished with you yet.”

"My father isn't here anymore. They took everything from me. I am all alone. I want to take a rest from all of this oppression! I’ve got nothing left here!" “So you’ll leave this world like the loser they thought you to be? Is that how you want the wolves to remember you? What about your father? Would you not do anything to give him back the honor that Seraphina and the Ironwolf took away from him? Do you want the world to remember your father as the traitor they accused him of?” Tears continued to flow down my cheeks, yet her words lingered in my heart. Jackie clenched her fist. Her voice sounded like she was growling. Then she held onto my shoulders and continued.

Hunter Groves never shared what was his. And she had always been his. Tonight, Jackie served her purpose. She was nothing more than a wet mouth and open legs. Just a distraction to keep him from going down there, dragging Mira out of that crowd and fucking her on the fucking cold counter where Mario served drinks. He would have her. He was just waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Jackie curled her arm through his, smiling like a cat that caught the cream. She had no idea she was already forgotten. Already irrelevant.