Jac Teller Novels & Stories

Jake. Kyle Munther. That was the name of the punk who was trying to take Lilly away from me. It did not take me long to find the information. I had money, and very efficient staff. I could dig up things within minutes. Information is one of the most powerful tools in this world. With it, you can do almost anything.

He heard her also being on the phone but didn’t pay much attention to it. “Sir,” William made an appearance beside his table. “Talk,” Jack keep watching the elevator. “Well, sir, the car was sabotage. You booked into a sex motel,” William scratch his head. “I tried finding out about that street corner. Sex corner and homeless shelter. What were you doing there? This is totally out of character.” “Thank you, William. You can go now.” When Jack looked towards the elevator again, he suddenly stood when he recognized her. Jazz was dressed in a beautiful black dress, the long hair cut short and sleeked back. Minimum make up and no jewelry except the wedding ring.

"Targeted at you?" "I don't know," she said, her voice trembling. "But it didn't feel like an accident." "And you think it was the Drakkons?" Jake asked, his voice grim. Lila's wolf looked up at him, her eyes filled with fear. "I don't know," she repeated. "But I'm afraid it might be." _______________________ "We're in Lake Town to track someone," Jake said, changing the subject, needing to see her reaction. "A hacker named Lawrence. He's been selling intel to the Drakkons."

I cut him off. Jake rarely called me unless it was about business. And he would never discuss any business with me late at night. Hopefully, it's good news. “Uhm, actually… I have bad news, M- Mr. Wellington.” Jake cleared his throat. “A while ago in the afternoon after you called, I went to your Villa and did as instructed. But then, when I was leaving, Jessica arrived with crews from the moving company. They brought in all her things including new furniture. They asked me for help, and…”

I said "Jake who's Jake?" Elliot asked "Jake Stewart the owner of Ember restaurant, My boss," I said. "Ow I can't believe that that guy looks like a jerk to me," Elliot said "Yup I wouldn't have believed that too if I were you, he's pretty much a jerk," I said "When he stood up for me, I thought he was a nice man and didn't wanna let go of the opportunity so I asked for his help by telling him the story of my life maybe he'd give me some cash or anything I could survive on but he offered me a job instead"

“Mom.” “I’m asking a question.” “She does this,” Clara said to Jake. “She’s a lawyer. She likes cross examination. Just answer everything and don’t look nervous.” Jake laughed. “I’m a product manager at a tech firm in London. No criminal record. Own my apartment. I’ve been seeing Clara for seven months and I’ve never once cancelled on her.” Nathan looked at him with approval. I looked at him for a long moment. “Good answer,” I said.

I was still in deep thoughts when I heard a male voice. "Hello , I am Jake" he said stretching forth his hand for a handshake. I realised he is the stranger I was admiring earlier. I noticed he was even more handsome than what I saw earlier, he was about 6 feet tall, well built and his six packs stuck out from his shirt. I also discovered he had the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen, short spiky hair which made him look more handsome and his voice sounded like that of an Angel. Well, I haven't seen any Angel in reality but I have seen them in movies.

“Their clan uses numbers as part of their identifier.” Jaxter nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! They do use numerical codes as identifiers.” “Can you remember it?” Hayle asked, getting caught up in her husband’s excitement. “Um, I need a PC or laptop. Lucas used my account to talk to them, and I don’t think I’ve deleted their chat yet. So, I need to log into my account,” Jacob said with a broad smile, seemingly proud to be able to help with this matter. “4401! Yes! RICK_4401! They were just exchanging greetings.” Jacob showed a chat log that looked ordinary to anyone’s eyes, just a simple greeting. But to Jaxter, it was clear that Lucas was using Jacob as leverage if Lucas had revealed any of t

“We’ll contact your boss now. Once he gets here, we’ll review the footage together. Then, we’ll find out who that scratch-off ticket really belongs to.” Chloe stammered and tried to find more excuses to delay. The police officer had already dialed the shop owner’s phone number. A few minutes later, a stocky middle-aged man, Felix Perkins, rushed over. He was the shop owner. Felix greeted the police officers with practiced ease. “Officers, I’m really sorry you had to come all the way out here for something so small.” Then, he looked at me and said politely, “Tiana Lowes, after all these years, you still haven’t lost your passion for buying scratch-offs.”

Jack Spell’s voice filled the room, loud and disturbingly proud. Jack: “I’ve done many jobs for Victor. So don’t worry, Nathan. You can trust me. I can assure you nothing will lead back to you.” Nathaniel: “Give me proof. Name the biggest job you’ve done for Victor and you both still got away with.” Jack: “Let’s see. There’s kidnapping, but I won’t tell you about that. Haha. Oh, how about a dead man’s story?” Jack laughed in the recording, clearly intoxicated.