I'll Never Let Go Jack Novels & Stories

they never told me why they would never let me go anywhere with him but i am glad they never did just because of the uncomfortable. “Ren, are you okay?” Jack asks, grabbing my hand. I just nod, not trusting my voice. Beth leans forward putting her hand on my shoulder “dont worry sis he is not going to be taking any of us off this land jack found a way to make sure he can not take me you and katie are stuck but me i was not….” I look back at her and Jack confused. “How?”

Because maybe, just maybe, this was the moment things will finally change. The past can’t be undone. The pain can’t be erased. But It was time to let go. And as I held Kelly, her sobs echoing through the empty room, I knew she was finally starting to let go, too.

He was terrified. Terrified that something would happen to me. Terrified that he would lose me. So I nodded. “Okay.” His expression softened immediately. “Thank you.” He leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “I just don’t want to lose you.” At that moment, I mistook his fear of losing me for proof of how much he loved me. I didn’t know yet that fear could sometimes make people hold on too tightly. Later that evening, Mike stood near the door. “I’m going home.”

“Kill me already.” Jack’s weathered face twisted with hatred. “Stop wasting your time finding Kiera. I’m going to kill her with my own hands.” “Jack.” Elder Morrigan’s voice cut through the tension. “Go outside and wait. If I need anything, though I doubt I will, I’ll call you.” Jack looked at us one last time, that smirk still plastered on his face, then walked out. The door closed behind him with finality.

“You don’t love me, Jack. People don’t kidnap someone if they love them.” “Really? You’re going to try to appeal to my better nature? I killed an impound lot attendant to get this truck,” he reveals. “I do love you, Harper. And you’re going to be mine forever, one way or another. So I suggest you get used to the idea.” “I’m never going to get used to the idea. No matter what you have in mind, I’ll never willingly stay with you, Jack. You’ll end up killing me in the end, if the hundreds of people looking for us can’t find us.”

Jack said hastily. I caught his hand in mine. I'd never seen Jack get serious so I knew this was goodbye. His dark eyes bore into mine, conveying a lot of things that he didn't wish to speak. "If I get out of this alive, I will find you. If I don't, well, Riley, I want you to move on." "Don't!" Jack's expressions told me he'd made up his mind and nothing that I would say was going to change it. He was really stubborn that way. We stared at each other like it was the last time and I hated this feeling.

“We’re exes now. You don’t get to take my spare key and walk into my apartment like you own the place.” I turned to face him fully. “We are over.” In a flash, Jack grabbed my arm and yanked me toward him. His grip was tight—painfully tight. “We’re not done until I say we’re done,” he shouted, his face inches from mine. “And who the hell dropped you off? Answer me right now.” I tried to pull free, but it only made him tighten his hold. I knew it would leave a bruise—just like always. “He’s no one,” I said through clenched teeth. “Jack, let go. You’re hurting me.”

The verdict for Martin had been decided—he was sentenced to 13 years of imprisonment for soliciting for murder. During this time, he tried every possible way to contact me. He even sent me a letter written in blood, begging for my forgiveness. But I ignored him—I simply tore it up and threw it in the trash. In the end, he gave up and left me one last message: "Take care, Audrey. I love you." Everything was over. I booked a flight ticket to go abroad to clear my mind at Lunaris, Sylvoria. I rented a small cabin at the foot of Silverpeak. During the summer after my college graduation, I came here with Henry for a vacation.

Not one of these men will let me fall. “Ok Molly, when I say now I want you to let your hands go. We won’t let you fall, darling, I promise.” I know Jack's telling the truth but the idea of letting go is still scary. Tom tightens his grip once more on my arms while Jack wraps his arms under my armpits.

He moved fast, his eyes shining with nothing but hatred, his palm open and his arm swinging hard. He was about to slam it against Jayden’s head with all the strength he had... “Tyler!” a voice shouted behind him. A strong hand grabbed his wrist mid-air. Jack. Tyler turned. His breath came heavy, his eyes wild as his whole body tensed like a coiled snake. Jack didn’t let go. “Don’t,” he said. Tyler tried to pull free. “Let me go,” he growled. “No,” Jack said firmly. “Not like this.”