Jack Dunkleman Novels & Stories

I checked my email as I drank my water and looked at the list Jack had sent me. Roger Goodman Neil Black Ashley Grant Kade Kominski Charles Huxman I knew four of them. Everybody knew me as Blake Cannon. It was my most active persona. Jack had been awesome, he had sent pictures and last known details of the five hitmen and the number of declines on my contract. Sixty-eight people had declined to kill me. I had mastered the art of distrust at a very young age even though I knew a lot of people in the same line of work, I still kept to myself. Jericho was an enigma to most.

“But I can’t let you just go off by yourself at sixteen to another state.” “You can meet my roommate. He’s fey. Also Alpha Joseph is the one who is superintendent of the supernatural part of the college. I’ve spoken with him as well.” “I know his roommate. His name is Dillard. He’s been studying there for two years. Originally he was a guard for the Fey Queen when I met him but he wanted to do more. He’s strong and smart. I recommended him as Liam’s roommate.” I smiled at Liam. “The two of them are introverts so they can hermit together in their labs.”

I look at Alessa and nod at her. “Candy, would you mind?” I nod towards RJ and she walks towards him. He tries to run, but Dante grabs him and slams him down. “Luna-Skye Moretti-Jackson and Ryder Junior Moretti-Jackson, I Rebel Moretti-Jackson President of the Princes Of Darkness MC and assassin for the Mother’s Revenge, place you both into my custody.” The cuffs are placed on them both. Luna is screaming bloody murder as she grabbed up and taken away. RJ goes quietly his head bowed as he is led past me.

finally bubbling to the surface, my aura darkening the room. I grabbed his jaw, my fingers digging into the bone. "I’m not the boy you broke. He’s buried in a potter's field next to his father. I’m the man who’s going to make you beg for the end. Now. Get. On. Your. Knees." I watched him sink. I watched the great Jaxson Vane, the Devil of the NHL, crumble to the floor because he had no choice. The power shift was absolute. I felt a sick, twisted sense of triumph as I looked down at his bowed head.

One thing is certain, if Joseph or his platypus of a friend, Timothy, touch Amani one more time, I will not be held accountable for my actions or any missing teeth. *** AMANI “You have tested my patience enough, little caramel…” I look up to find Bhyron standing just in front of me, tall and imposing as usual. There’s another equally tall, sinfully gorgeous man by his side. I ignore Bhyron entirely and zero in on him; “hey, I know you from somewhere.” The man smiles at me, his mysterious grey eyes twinkling dangerously. Suddenly, it hits me. “Duke! Duke Bachman. You’re a hockey player. I saw you on TV just last night.”

* James * When we arrived, I parked the vehicle in the circular drive. She got down before I could even kill the engine. Two figures stepped out from the portico, an older man with shoulders that still carry a general's straightness and a face carved by decisions, Lance Dankworth if I am not mistaken, and beside him a smaller, composed old woman, Julliane Dankworth, whose eyes scan me with a practiced cool. They both look exactly like the kind of people who had run things here long before I was breathing.

“Ghosts don’t walk into a Luna’s office with clean paperwork and an investor’s charm unless they have someone pulling their strings. And this man is playing one dangerous game that I don’t like. Valerie is already walking on threads, and Maxine is being pushed off a few things in the company. I heard it all from Rosalyn, but nothing makes sense as to where that bastard came from.” Hunter’s mouth twitched, a reluctant agreement. “That’s what worries me. I’ve had men cross-checking every D’Amaris in the northern registry, nothing. Not even a rogue clan by that name. Whoever he is, he’s hiding behind a fabricated identity. And this makes him even more dangerous. If Valerie couldn’t catch his sc

Our usual set up was, I would introduce myself to his business associates if they needed anything from me, a coffee maybe, a pen or whatever they needed. ‘’You’re hiding a gem in your office, Devin” the old man named Mr. Ruso spoke, his eyes taking over my body from head to toe and licked his lips disgracefully. “Can I have a dance with you, Ms. Green.” He looks like a dirty old man and my hand around Devin’s biceps tightened, but Devin pressed my hands gently, again.

he chuckles loud, making her become angrier. "How about a dance before we battle? You'll find I'm quite a catch... you may even find yourself falling for me... maybe I'll reconsider and take you home with me instead.... what do you say?" "I rather not..." Selene says. He chuckles eyeing her from the tip of her feet to the top of her head. "You really are a beautiful specimen... too bad I gotta kill you. My name is Damian by the way...just in case you want to know me, before you die of course." He says, locking his sight with her.

He grunted as if he just sat down “ The boy is Charlotte's brother, as she knows he is. I just found out they aren’t really related. As you know she thought he died. And I have a feeling the man you just described is involved” leaning against the car I rub my head with my other hand “ grandson, listen to me. If this man is involved he isn’t looking to talk. He will use that boy to find out your weakness and strike when you aren’t looking. You need to play smart.” Coughing a bit I hear my grandma yelling at him to drink some water