Jac Teller Novels & Stories

, Wilson inquired and Jake sighed. "It’s a long story and a sad one. I caught her kissing another guy shamelessly with her door open and even at that...", he trailed off as he raised his eyes to the stage. “Holy F*ck! Sh-she works here as a stripper as well", he stammered. “Who’s that?", Wilson asked hovering his eyes around to see who he was talking about. “Nothing man, perhaps I mistook her identity. Besides, I don’t do things with strippers. I have to go now, my headaches", Jake pleaded and left immediately.

Before I could even think it through I reached out and wiped the blood off his mouth with a tissue. “You fed on someone.” It was almost as if he stopped breathing as his fists clenched. “She wasn’t much older than you are. Eighteen or nineteen. She was a shadow hunter. She was the enemy. I found pleasure in sucking every bit of her blood out.” He raised his blue eyes to meet mine and the slightest of smirks formed on his lips. “I enjoyed it the same way I would’ve enjoyed you.” I tensed, confused by what he was attempting to say. “Why are you telling me this, Derek?”

I moved to sit in the chair next to Talon, and he grabbed my hand, squeezing it gently. “Craig has also been working for the Diablos for quite some time,” Jake continued, “laundering money for them through his real estate business. But apparently he’s been skimming off the top. They want him dead.” He paused, giving me time to let his words sink in. Somehow, I wasn’t as surprised at this news as I probably should have been. “Okay… and what made you guys choose to tell me all of this? You’ve been keeping me in the dark about everything up until now,” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

Jacquin Marion was a man who worked in the financial sector, he was not afraid to seize assets, to take away people's livelihoods, he was a ruthless businessman, he took cars, businesses, mansions. She didn't understand the kind of business, Jacquin, he had a large number of enemies, a large number of people who wanted to kill the man. So, they had a restricted and organized guest list, and they had a lot of work to reduce the list. "Please go to the police station tomorrow to give a statement," the red-haired detective said, before leaving his apartment. So, leaving her, even the next day, she went to the police station early, not before calling Tsuki who looked like a person who chose a go

My eyes welled up for a few seconds before the room came into focus slowly. Gray concrete walls, no windows, a single metal door and screens. Dozens of them, covering an entire wall. Some showed security footage. Others displayed files, some codes I had no idea what they were for. A desk sat in front of the screens. Jake sat behind it, his fingers rapidly punching the keys on the keyboard before him. His face was illuminated by blue light. He's the stalker. Jake was the stalker and the mole. I tried to move. My head screamed. Pain radiated from my temple down through my jaw.

I yelled at the top of my voice. He gestured with his hands for me to relax. He gulped. “If it's Lucien, yes, I worked for him. Permit me to introduce myself. I'm Jake, a private detective.” I raised an eyebrow at him, refusing to believe his words. “You don't have to lie. You've got me now, and you can take me to him. Is Lucien hurt? What about Lily?” The man reached for my shoulders, placing his hands. I flinched, my breath getting hitched as I stared him up.

I whispered, my eyes fixed on the bathroom door. "Girl, where the heck did you put your phone?" He asked instead, and I chuckled lightly. "I was charging," I lied instead, and at that moment, the bathroom door opened, and Jack was standing there with a grey towel wrapped around his waist, water dripping on the white tile. I could hear mumbling coming from Charlie's line, followed by a giggle, and I instantly smiled. "Yeah, Annie wants to talk to you," he mentioned, and I released a breath.

“You never dealt with him directly, did you? Your brother Garth did, though. Through an intermediary named Hector Lyonell.” Both Christina and Charles went absolutely white. Raven felt her eyes widen. “Professionally,” started Kade, “he goes by The Jackal.” Christina shot out of her chair. “What do you think this proves? I don’t even know this man!” “But I know you,” said the Jackal. He sounded perfectly calm, perfectly pleasant. “More importantly, I know quite a few people very high up in the judicial system. My client base is… extensive and exclusive to say the least. They won’t need proof to put you away. Only a suggestion from me that they had better do it, to prevent some of their own u

Two large gasps sounded out loudly as they thought about it. “You mean Jacky? She means Jacky. Quick Harold go and get the boy.” She practically pushed her mate off the bench they were sat on so he could go and get this Jacky guy, who I’m guessing is the Jack Anderson who Dalton told me about. I looked up at Gilliard who was still trying to fight back his tears of amusement at the situation, I mean this was supposed to be a serious conversation and yet it was slightly like talking to a comedy act.

I said flatly, taking my wallet out of my pocket. “Huh?” He said doubtfully, puzzled. I took out some notes and placed it on the counter. I looked at the barman. “For me and my mate over here.” I said plainly. The barman nodded and collected the money. I turned towards Freddie. “I went it this weekend. No excuse.” I said firmly. I patted him on his shoulder and walked towards the exit. ~Jacqueline’s POV~ I giggled at the couple I watched on my phone. I had accidentally clicked the ad I had watched and diverted to a different page than the one I had viewed. It was a television series and I was watching it on their social media page.