Jack Booktok Novels & Stories

Jack was a pack member, and his bar was safe. “We’re here,” I said, killing the engine. She climbed off with shaky movements. Her lips were tinged blue. My jacket hung off her shoulders and I could see she was curvy beneath it all—soft and perfect. Mate. Perfect mate. Down, boy. Not the time. I led her inside. Jack looked up from behind the bar, his scarred face creasing into a frown. “Didn’t expect to see you tonight,” he said and added young alpha through the mindlink.

Jack seemed a little surprised by her sudden interest, but that didn't seem to bother him at all. Actually, anyone could say that he was also enjoying to have that conversation with her. "Partially, yes. But the tattoo is not really that meaningful as you might think. Despite the fact that I do love watching the moon, this is the symbol of the Rebels." he explained. "Ah… That makes sense. It's very nice. I already said that, sorry…" "Don't need to apologize. You know…" Jack said as he got up from the chair. The dinner was already over and Violet didn't even realize it. Time was passing without her noticing it.

Jack is happy as he finally got rid of Val’s suitors. After coming back from the wedding Jack stood in front of the mirror naked applying his skincare, that is her monster who has no shame to wander around naked. As an idol Jack cares about his appearance most, he have more skincare products than Val. Val sat on the bed staring at his sexy muscular back.

The energy around us crackled, heavy and oppressive. A faint image began to form above the corpse—disjointed at first, like a flickering hologram. “Show me Jacob,” I murmured, focusing my intent. “Show me where he is.” The image sharpened, revealing a cavernous room. Jacob—no, Jona—stood at the center, his figure illuminated by flickering torchlight. He was speaking to a group of shadowy figures, his voice low and commanding. “This isn’t over,” he growled. “We regroup, rebuild, and strike again. The pack will fall, and Jake will suffer.”

Jack I yawn as I stretch, picking up my tools and throwing them in my bag. I knew I should have gone to bed at a decent time last night, but that book was getting fucking good and I couldn't put it down. I only have a couple of chapters left to read before book club and I almost don't want to finish them, knowing I'll have to sit and wait to read more.

-Jake <3 I went to her phone book and opened this guy's contact info. Then I went back to my messages and replied to him and reminded myself that I need to talk like Lindy. Wait, how does Lindy even talk with this guy? Okay, Milo Beckett time to mess up someone’s fairytale because the woman is mine Jakey: Why don't you let her take a cab? She doesn't need my help. She's big enough, she can take care of herself. Well, okay then. If you say so. I'll let her friends take her home instead. Sorry for disturbing you. -Jake the dog (Adventure Time)

' jack was far more dumbfounded than his face was giving credit for . In the guild hall he got his card and decided to take a job to kill some minor demons that seem to resemble fantasy goblins but from the little bit of his memories he knew that those things where just what are called lowly beings that line wherever there's concentrated energy but still .'no...hell no...goblins for real?...God what the hell do you think this is funny or something?' Jack just took the paper from her and sighed "hah im off give me 30 mins and I'll be back more or less "

“You’ve been released. What more do you want? Won’t you leave it at that?” “I can never, Jack. They all have to know how evil Mia is. They need to know that they got the wrong nurse, just as they got me too. They need to know that their future Alpha isn’t even Rhys’s son!” Jack has had enough. He gripped my arms and shook me like he wanted to shake sense into me. “Let’s be done here!” He said. “We have a home waiting for us! We can’t keep staying here!” “You have a home waiting for you, Jack,” I corrected silently. “You’re the Alpha of your pack. You can leave if you want to.”

“I'll let you know if there's any updates and when Brandy's in the air.” “Thanks, Rachel.” Jack sank into one of the chairs on the porch overlooking the water. He clicked the phone off and set it on a small outdoor table. An old copy of Old Man and the Sea sat tucked into one of the chair cushions. Jack pulled it out and began leafing through the pages, trying to remember the plot from lit class. It wasn't long before he heard motion from inside. Emma stepped out on the porch, her eyes distant but strong as she looked out at the water.

The book in Jack’s hand felt like it weighed a hundred pounds as he rushed out to the trucks and the shifters who were begging him to hurry the hell up like they hadn’t eaten in a hundred years. He rushed out and jumped into the driver’s side, carefully placing the book on the console between himself and Chase. “Is that what I think it is?” Chase asked as Jack buckled his seatbelt and turned the truck on. “Yeah,” Jack said, turning the truck around to head back toward their village.