Hiccup X Jack Novels & Stories

It was only after the confinement and several pounds less that I was let out. "Not to mention that time they tried to electrocute me and then stab my head with the cables," adds Jack. That I remember too. Jack was working on computers because that happened to be his specialty. Digital software and electrical circuits. But the Stars actually hijacked the room and dragged him under the preface that 'he was called by the uppers' when in reality there was no summoning. They pretty much ran half the program because Pinball let them get away with anything. They dragged him to the bathroom and tried to shock him with his own computer. Plus a cord plugged into the wall. He would have fried like chic

It was late at night, Jack left his apartment to the streets of the silvermoon pack trying to make some new friends and gather some information about Alpha Gabriel biography and relationship life, everybody he met seemed not to be interested in any kind of friendship whatsoever with him, as Alpha Gabriel has warned everyone to be at high alert this cautious time, tho Jack didn't give up due to the rejections he received from the people till he met a young drunkard, whom fell on him, Jack slapped him and pushed the drunkard to the floor, and kept walking, he stopped for a minute. "I should control my temper more this drunkard can be of some kind of help to me, I tired to lift him and he was k

We were a panting mess. The cold was long forgotten as our bodies were covered with beams of sweat. "Fuck," Jack muttered, his hand pressing my hips closer to him. I wrapped my hand around his neck and slowly, my fingers moved up his jaw and I slipped my thumb finger into his mouth. His tongue wrapped around it, sucking on it as my walls creamed his cock. I brought my head to his and pulled my thumb out of his mouth and ran it across his lips. "Tell me, Jack. How did that feel?"

One of my stupid teammates had forced me to put the ringtone when I had lost some bet, and then I had forgotten to change it. It started singing exactly at the part Dirty babe.... You see these shackles baby I’m your slaaavveee... There was an old lady next to me who covered her grandson’s ears. I dug through my pocket and found my phone. The name Staysha flashed on it.

Since I had deliberately hidden my injured right hand inside my loose white coat, Megan didn't notice it was hurt at all. She strode up to me and, without a word, slapped me across the face. "Donovan, as a doctor, how could you let jealousy drive you to kill your own patient? You're not even fit to be called human!" I pressed my tongue against the inside of my stinging cheek, and out of the corner of my eye, I spotted someone from Megan's group already discreetly pulling out a camera. I chuckled inwardly. "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I ever kill my patient? Pierre's surgery—"

The familiar music had a calming effect on him, and the corner of his lips even tipped up in the hint of a smile. “Yo, JJ.” The familiar voice of Jack’s online gamer friend filled the headphones. “Kei Ren,” he replied. “How’re you doing?” “I had a pretty shitty day. Wanna go stab some dwarves together?” “Yes,” Jack replied with a grin. “Yes, I do.”

He forked in three bites, washed them with water, then stood and shrugged into his jacket. “Try not to kill anyone at a cultural institution,” Terri called after him. “No promises,” he said. The corridor to the lift was empty. The doors opened on a chime. As the cab began to descend, Jack’s phone vibrated again—Unknown. He answered. “McCormack.” Silence. Then a voice, low and almost bored, rolled through the wire. “Tick.” The line died. Jack stared at his reflection in the lift’s stainless steel—eyes that hadn’t slept, a mouth that had forgotten laughter, a man hollowed to the point he made a good vessel.

“Jack, don’ ya start no-ting wi’ Big Easy. I gots some stories I’ll share wi’ dem pretty mates o’ yours.” Jack stops beside the Luna with his steaming cup of coffee extended, waiting as she works whatever magic she do, then takes a seat facing us at another table. “There’s nothing you can say about me that’ll surprise them.” Unphased, he takes a sip of his coffee. “Besides, they’ve done worse.” There’s mortified nods of confirmation around the table. Next to me, Vermillion busts up laughing. “Who’da thunk the Moon Goddess could find one mate a match to Jack’s kinda freaky, let alone two!”

"What? No way! Stop throwing accusations around. I'm not the liar here. You are." A woman in a red jacket spoke up, frowning. "Then why were you trying so hard to stop her? It's just pulling up public records to see who actually owns the apartment. It's not like anyone's going to kill you. Why so nervous?" Even Bianca chimed in. "Yeah, let her check. If you've got nothing to hide, you've got nothing to fear. If the apartment isn't in her name, that just proves she's lying." Maverick was instantly struck speechless. His face flushed bright red. He stammered but couldn't squeeze out a single word.

My heart pounded, and for a moment, the world seemed to shrink, leaving only the two of us and the tension crackling between us. Jake’s eyes flicked down to my lips, and I swore I saw a flicker of something—want, maybe? But before either of us could move, the sound of someone clearing their throat shattered the moment. We both turned to see Chris standing in the doorway, looking equal parts amused and awkward. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said, though the smirk on his face suggested he wasn’t sorry at all. Jake stepped back immediately, his expression hardening into that familiar cold mask. “What do you want, Chris?” he asked, his tone clipped.