Jac Teller Novels & Stories

Chapter 172 “Defense counsel your witness,” The judge said. Myles bowed his head slightly, “Can we have you Mr. Jakes on the podium,” Myles said. Jakes removed his chewing gum walked slowly to the podium and sat shortly after getting there, looking at Layla straight in the eye, but Layla looked elsewhere. “Can you tell the honorable court who you are?” Myles asked facing him leaning with one of his hands on the podium. “My name is Jakes and I am a consultant to one of the most reputable companies in this country,” Jakes answered.

Deeply, fundamentally, reality-threateningly curious. WHO ARE YOU? The question hit Jack like a searchlight. Not painful. Illuminating. He felt every aspect of his existence examined, catalogued, and found interesting. His human DNA. His Origin Blood. His Void crystal. His partnership with the Utterance. His love for Katherine. His protectiveness over Haley. His loyalty to Marcus. His three hundred and twenty-seven dollars. All of it. Read in a single instant by a mind that had invented the concept of reading. "I am Jack Sterling," Jack said, and the words became information, became data, became a story that the First Dreamer consumed with the hunger of something that had been starving for n

Jake seemed annoyed by this but didn’t argue. “You’re lying to me?” I asked. “About what? My tuition? Owning the Rolo group that took over my job?” “No. All of that is true,” Jake said to me before turning back to Ethan and hissing through his teeth, “get out of here. Don’t talk to her again.” Ethan opened his mouth but I spoke instead, “are you Jacob Aster?” Both Ethan and Jake looked at me confused. “You knew?” Ethan asked. “Are you?” I asked Jake.

, the old man gasps, his thin finger trails the pictures before Jack and ‘Franklin’ fold the pictures that look like banners back to the folders. “She attacked using Gill’s technique. No omega can achieve that without shifting. She didn’t shift. She has Gill’s power, she murdered him in cold blood. Evidence number two, Jacob Castaneda” Jake appears from the crowd, alive and well. I know Neo said Jacob wasn’t dead but I didn’t expect him to be walking already. “She contacted Christopher Kincaid and- “, Jake barely finishes before Connor cuts him off. “That’s all I need. Thank you, Jacob. Everything’s pointing to her and that is sufficient enough to put an end to this trial and save everyone t

He said I slid a briefcase across the table that was stuffed with cash. "Ryker, name your price. I would gladly pay any amount for that information." Ryker glanced at the briefcase, and for an instant, I believed I caught a glimpse of temptation. His expression sharpened then. "Jaxon , I don't think you get it. I assured Ayla that I wouldn't betray her confidence. “ I'm sorry man,I can't do that to her”. I leaned closer and sounded more convincing. "Go on, Ryker. I'm going to give you a tiny fortune.” Ryker never took his eyes from mine. "I'm sorry Jaxon . However, certain things are worth more than money."

Jackson Taylor was just climbing into bed when his cell phone went off. Not his personal phone, though, and not his phone for King’s Men. No, it was his third phone, the one that Jack used for the specific purpose of staying in contact with Ace Cuddy. Right away, Jack’s whole body went into high-alert mode. Code Red, man, and no lie. He grabbed the phone, stared at the number for a second. Yeah, it was Ace – which was good, Jack supposed – but everything else about this call was potentially bad.

Everything that happened last night actually happened. Jack stood up from the old chair he had slept in. He glanced over at Jill and confirmed she was still asleep. He quickly dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. He quickly brushed his teeth and ran his hand through his hair. Once he put his shoes on, he checked on Jill one more time before stepping out of the small room. Jack left the bar and hailed a taxi. "Omene Bank, please."

Sabtu malam di sebuah kamar yang penghuninya sedang asyik sendirian. Entah apa yang sedang dikerjakan Janu. Matanya fokus dan tak berkedip menatap layar laptop. 'Jack, nongkrong, yuk.' Sebuah pesan masuk ke ponselnya. Ternyata dari Abraham. Janu yang sedari tadi hanya bermalas-malasan segera membuka dan membacanya.

Jackie did not stop until she had struck him dozens of times. Then, she smiled smugly and asked, "What about now? Feel like talking?" "Just kill me." Darryl was barely breathing. Of course, even though the Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda was precious, his own life was more important. He knew that once he told her about the spell, Jackie would not need him any longer; she would not let him go. On the other hand, as long as he kept his mouth shut, Jackie would not be able to do anything to him.

JK throws his phone against the wall, being crazy, which makes Rosalia flinch. "It's not true! Someone is intentionally framing me! Please, JK, believe me." JK slaps her tightly, which makes her face tilt aside. "Why? Why did you do that?" "Please believe me for once." "You're saying I should believe you after all of the proofs? I would forgive you if you killed me, but you killed my heart, my trust, and everything! Now you will suffer. I'll make you regret every single second. I'll kill all of your happiness, and you'll forget to smile. However, don't worry; I won't kill you totally, but I'll kill you every single moment! You'll beg for your death, but I'll not give you death. I'm Jacob Kyl