Framing Jack Novels & Stories

i said fieghing a smile. He pushed himself away from the wall to stand before me. " How is your lips? " I heard him asked softly. I look up at him and i smile " It's fine " i said before looking away. The airs around jack mayor command authority. I'm sure everyone will feel intimidated under his gaze. " It's late, sleep here " Jack said with a tone of finality. " No i can't, i have ... " " You can't go for shooting with your lips like this, I'm going to claw foot club company tomorrow anyway so our direction is pretty the same "

“ What ? You want that lunatic in the team ? “ said Jack . “ Yeah ! And you better keep your thing in your pants when we try to convince her to join us . “ said Massimo glaring at Jack in a scary way . “ Fine ! After she joins the team , I will make her fall for me and break her heart to take revenge . “ said Jack with a smirk . “ Haaah…….You are so merciless yet you behave so childishly sometimes . “ said Massimo with a tired look , closing the call , looking at the sight of the people partying in the garden with a pensive look . “ Hey ! It’s not like it is my fault . That crazy girl jumped from a building with forty floors and disappeared . what the heck was I supposed to do ? “ said Jack

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.

Matt pointed out. Jack sighed. “I’m trying.” “He is,” Fiona said, much to everyone’s surprise. Matt sat down on the edge of the bed, dust swirling up around him. He scrunched up his nose but didn’t move. “Explain,” he said. Jack did, starting with his mission to kill Matt–something Matt didn’t seem surprised by, despite the cries of outrage from me and his friends. “I clearly didn’t follow through,” Jack muttered when the cries died out. He went on to talk about how Freddy cornered him at the motel, and the dozen men and women he had with him.

It was Jack. "Annie! Did you take money from the company? Five million dollars is missing from the accounts!"

"Mickey! You're here! You came to take me home, right? Please…please, take me home. Please…" Her voice cracked with panic. She crawled desperately but couldn't even reach the tip of his shoe. Mickey stood motionless, watching her writhe like an insect. Only when she finally gave up, collapsing in tears, did her voice turn shrill with fear. "Mickey, no! It wasn't me! Jack—" "Shut up!" His voice snapped like a whip. Then he kicked her—hard—right in the chest. His face was twisted with rage. "You don't get to call me that."

James flicked his eyes between us, not staying on me for long. “We met a few nights ago. Jack here looked lonely and I wasn’t sleepy yet,” I replied. “I didn’t know the two of you knew each other, however.” “You didn’t?” James asked, seeming to relax a little. “Jack here has just offered me a job. I’m going to California to make a new movie.” “California?” I asked. “Is that still where all the good movies are made?” Jack laughed and nodded, but before anyone could say anything else, the courtesan picked up the champagne bottle and offered both men more to drink.

Jake’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. “I know what you did,” Tammy said, her voice cracking with emotion. “You killed her. You pushed her off that balcony because you couldn’t control her anymore.” Joseph laughed coldly. “She got what she deserved. And maybe it’s time you joined her.” Before any of us could react, Jake and Chris, his beta, moved toward the door. Jake’s expression was dark, his eyes glowing faintly with anger. He gestured for us to stay behind as he and Chris slipped out to intervene.

I roared without thinking, "Don't come any closer! Take another step, and I'll hurt him!" As I spoke, my grip tightened. The sharp blade sliced across Elan's neck, drawing blood. He let out a scream of pain, and the entire hall erupted in shocked cries. Only then did everyone finally realize this was not a joke or a skit. This was a real kidnapping. In unison, they backed away. Calder panicked, cold sweat pouring down his face. "Lyra, calm down! Whatever it is, we can talk it out!" I had talked it out in my first life. I had worn the most advanced fitness watch our company had just released, and showed them my entire movement record.

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my ey