Jack Cooper Novels & Stories

"Aaron told me Jack is co-operative throughout the thing, which is kind of suspicious. He didn't try to attack anyone, didn't even give them the usual death glares. What's up with him?" I knew why. "I think he's giving up, Ken. He's had enough." Ken shook his head. "That's too theatrical. Do you think Jackson, the one who is so famous for killing over a dozen people is just going to give up because he is tired of interrogation?" He gave a laugh. "You're thinking wrong, sister." "Oh, so you have it all figured out?" I asked, folding my arms over my chest. "Let me listen to your theory Amateur Detective Ken Frazer."

we step away from the lie and wait off to one side. My mate shifts his stance and glances my way "Thank you" he says before taking out a few bucks holding them out to me "Here uh its for my tea" I shack my head no, not taking his money. "What's your name" I ask. "Harper, Harper Lewis" he says extending is hand out to me I take in and give it a shake feeling the sparks run along my skin from the contact. he pulls his hand away quickly as if I had burnt him "What's your name" he ask while looking down at his hand.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

" I refreshed the banking app right in front of them. My parents collapsed when they saw that. "It's real! It's really real! There's really 100 million dollars! It's ours! You'll transfer it to us, right?" Mom stared at me with desperate hope in her eyes. "You're my sweetest daughter—you always have been. You won't let me down, right?" I let out a cold laugh. "Spare me. Didn't you already announce to the whole world that you cut ties with me? We have nothing to do with each other now!"

His bare foot slightly touched the flowing water. “Shit!” Matt exclaimed. “Jesus,” Williamson murmured and crossed himself. “Damn, look like that guy got worked over pretty good,” one of the cops from the Phoenix K-9 unit said. He looked over at Matt whose face was beet red with rage. “You knew him?” “Yeah. I knew him,” Matt said through gritted teeth. ------- Jackie lay naked on her back on a wood table in a booth at Garvey’s. With her eyes closed and her legs wide, George’s head bobbed up and down in her pussy.

That she even allowed herself to die like that. “Well, now because of you, she is dead, and there is no changing that fact. So, you can go ahead and mope around all you want, you are not going to bring her back, because just like always, someone else has to take the fucking blame for your misjudgment and your…” “That’s enough.” The voice was sharp, controlled, deadly. Mikhail stepped forward, positioning himself between us without hesitation. “You don’t get to speak to her like that,” he said, his tone low but unwavering. “Not anymore, Jackosn.”

I crouched slightly, my eyes locking onto his. “Now speak.” He was shaking badly. “It was not us,” he rushed out. “We were hired. We did not even know who the target was at first. We were just told to create chaos in the hospital and stop the procedure.” My eyes narrowed slightly. “Who hired you?” He hesitated. Just for a second. I tilted my head slightly. “Do not do that,” I said softly. “You were doing so well.” “Jack,” he blurted out immediately. “His name is Jack. He works for Jacob Grey.”

“This is much complicated and huge than we thought.” “Jack, how was it?” As soon as Theodore finally went home and went in his room, he directly went to his laptop and opened a certain link which led him to the actual security system of the police intelligence. He’s currently talking to his friend Jack who is actually a talented Russian Hacker that he hired to be his spy buddy.

He decided not to have a road name. Jack is the shortest of the three brothers, at just 6’ even, with black hair and blue eyes. Depending on the occasion he could be wearing a beard or clean shaven. Jack has the "open mouth insert foot" syndrome. It often gets him in trouble. Jazz is a bartender for now, until she decides what she wants to do with her life. She enjoys being a badass biker chic and with nothing keeping her from doing whatever she wants to do. School is just not for her. Jade said it was a miracle she graduated high school.

“Jack used to talk about you a lot. He liked you.” “Jack?” Malik asked. He drew closer to me, silently dismissing Hank. I frowned at Hank’s retreating figure as the distance grew. I didn’t want to lead him on, but I would rather stay here with him than Malik. With Hank, my thoughts were clear. With Malik, they were a mumbo-jumbo. “Who is Jack?” “Jack Parker, CEO of Porter & Co.” “Jack,” he said with fondness, smiling. He massaged his jaw, and an imagery of him kneading my shoulders crept in from nowhere. “I knew Jack Parker. I heard the old man is dead.”