Jack And Zero Novels & Stories

Jack walked up to his desk and immediately turned on his computer. After entering his password and fingerprint, the computer did not start up as usual, but instead went black. He furrowed his brows, feeling a sense of foreboding. Just as he was about to shut down and restart the computer, several animated characters suddenly appeared on the screen. Richard sometimes watched cartoons, and Jack had seen them occasionally when he visited his old home. He recognized the characters as Peppa Pig and her family.

Every time I looked at them, every time I saw Brooke laugh at something he said or the way he automatically pulled her closer when other guys walked by, it felt like someone was twisting a knife in my chest. So I kept drinking. By the time Jake finally appeared and Tara dragged him off to have what she called "a very important conversation," I was definitely feeling the effects of whatever toxic mixture she'd created. The edges of everything seemed softer, the music louder, the press of bodies around me more noticeable. "You look familiar." I turned to find a guy I didn't recognize standing way too close. He was tall, probably in college, with the kind of confident smile that suggested he th

The front door of the packhouse swings open again- Brock’s the last to arrive, stepping inside with a guy who looks to be a few years older than him, presumably his beta. “What’s going on?” he asks, running a hand through his wavy shoulder-length hair and eyeing the rest of us with suspicion. I suppose it would be a mindfuck to get an ominous call for an emergency meeting and walk into a cheerful celebration. “Jax and Quinn are mates,” Reid supplies. “You owe me fifty bucks.”

I couldn’t help but smile at the fascination that sparked in his eyes. “What on bloody earth is that?” he asked. “A magic mirror,” I teased before explaining to him the best way I could what exactly a television set was. I asked if he wanted to watch a movie, recalling the extensive DVD collection we’d found earlier that night. I asked him to pick a movie and he returned with two interesting picks: Chicago and the Godfather. It was almost a reflection of the kind of person that he was – a musician and a killer whose loyalty to family stood above all else – either way, tormented, with darkness constantly looming over him.

She looked curiously around wondering how he can afford this new place. Jack had timed Jazz’s behavior. He barely slept last night needing to watch her constantly. The moment he realized where she was…. Fruits of the Forest, the company his British street wanted him to invest him. Once he understood the core principals, he denied funding. But apparently the man somehow managed to get his crazy idea of the ground. The only reason he wasn’t a successful subject was because the cold water of the sprinklers woke him from the trance. But the fact that it works, somehow, he had indigested a little of the fluid.

He leaned against the polished, white-marble island, swiping his hand through the air to interact with the holographic display projected from the countertop. Glowing digital numbers hovered in the warm morning air. Sixteen million credits. It was a sum of money that broke the boundaries of basic comprehension for someone born in the Rust Belt. It wasn't just survival money. It was absolute, undeniable freedom. It was the kind of wealth that allowed a man to buy an entire residential block, hire a private security firm, and never look over his shoulder again. Ren closed out the banking application and opened the Aegis Online global leaderboards. [RANK 1: SQUAD ZERO - WRAITH, TANK, JINX.]

(Jack) “...Look, I will handle everything..don’t’ worry about Bang or Catherine now…I got no car, I goes alone with YOUR car..best believed that both Catherine and Bang will skin you alive..now..if you follow me…they wont do anything to you..beside…I am your boss…so could you hurry up a bit..we’re kinda in the open here…someone can see me..”. Jack is an ex-Navy seals, his records is quite impressive to say, but he is actually quite timid. Timid of power, he loved this job because the simplicity of it and the pay were hefty enough to make him a millionaire in just 2 years of working for me.

His organs were unruptured. He had survived the anvil. Baraka rolled onto his back, staring up at the clear blue sky, a ragged, exhausted laugh escaping his lips. Back in the Deep Warren, the radio crackled to life. "Command, this is Zero," Baraka’s voice came through, weary but triumphant. "The artillery is functional. Tell Malik to bring his iron. I’ll break it." The Free North had its weapon. Patient Zero had leveled up.

Jack broke the kiss. "Take off your clothes, now." He ordered. "Bossy." Lisa rolled her eyes but made to do as he said. "You like it." And she did. Both Lisa and Jack hurriedly took off their clothes and attacked the other. "I've missed you so much," Jack admitted as he kissed her again, more fervently this time. "Me too." Lisa finally admitted when they came up for air. Jack couldn't wait to take Lisa, there'd be plenty of time for foreplay later so he pushed into her in one swift precise thrust that had her singing his praises. Both Jack and Lisa submitted to their desires that day over and over until exhaustion completely enveloped them.

๐·°(⋟﹏⋞)°·๐ And poor Jack suffered the wrath of his maid that was losing sleep because of him. Zero: Sure thing host (¬_¬)