Jack Dunkleman Novels & Stories

Her daughter Lily had always been jealous of me, hence we never talked much…. My friends have been my support system since the start. I can’t share my thoughts and feelings with anyone except Nanny and Emerald and Selena…. I sat their for sometime as I spent time with my mother. I know she can’t reply me but I know she is near to me. She can hear me….. I feel peace here… I sighed as I got up and wiped the dust off my trousers. I was still in my sleeping pyjamas…. My eyes wandered around the graveyard and stoped at a man who was standing near a grave a little far. He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life.

-Just turned 19 -Born in Black Oak Pack -Mother Deceased, No Father Listed on Birth Certificate -Entered TRTC at age 15 -Completed Highschool Education And BS in Accounting at the same time No major leads there. The lack of family history is a bit peculiar. Immediately after his mother's death, he showed up at TRTC with the Black Oaks Alpha….. Alpha Raymond dropping him off personally. Why does that name sound familiar? I mind linking Jace to see if he’s free. I need his digital tracking and hacking skills. “Bro, you free to come over to my room?” “You’re not my type” he responds.

Brent comments. Now that I think about it, the black-haired girl does look familiar. The four of us walk over to their table and introduce ourselves. Soon drinks are placed in front of them, and the conversation starts flowing. Her name is Everly, and she is 21. She just graduated from Duke with her MBA in business. The next few hours felt like a dream. The two of us talked, danced, and flirted. Although I swear, she acted like she couldn’t believe I was interested in her. We left the club together and ended up back at my house. __FLASHBACK END__

The second guy mocks. “Jaxon isn't that strong but he's been really training. I assure you, he will win. Drunk Liam Durk can't do shit. Wanna bet?” “Why the heck they got same furs colour? Which one is Liam Durk and Jaxon Blackwood?” “Are you blind. That's Durk on the right and Blackwood on the left,” second guy explains. Liam on the right? I shift closer. “This isn't Liam…” I wheel and dash inside the tenth “Where's Liam?” I ask Clara.

Natasha thought of something. When she did her research about this man, she found out that there were two Mr. Darkmoon. One was Jackson Darkmoon and the other was Alexander Darkmoon. They had different backgrounds. Alexander Darkmoon was the godfather of a well know Mafia gang and he was known for his cold inhumane way of dealing with people. She remembered her father used to warn her about people that should never be messed with for any reason and he was the first person her dad always mentioned.

Casually, he walked a few steps closer to the new members of his party and saw the creeped-out expressions on the more feminine faces. “My name is Dylan Lake, a contortionist and disguise master. Due to an acid incident, my face has been melted off. As a gun-using rogue in the dungeon, I’d appreciate it if you could take up other job specialisations to have a more balanced party in dungeon runs.” Standing back up, Dylan grabbed a pen and signed the new contract. He received the drafted copy last night and trusted the gamer’s reputation enough to treat them well. Handing the contract to Akiko, the contortionist shook hands with the new party members and invited them to his room.

Gray asked as they walked up to the house with Tommy's men behind him. "I need answers and then I'll teach him a lesson, make him suffer like he made Jasmine suffer," he replied before ringing the doorbell. After a few minutes, the door opened revealing a mid-height, dark skin man who reeked of alcohol. "Can I help you?" he asked, observing Tommy and his men. "Are you Lucifer Dankworth?" Gray asked while Tommy scanned the man from head to toe, Jasmine had his eyes which angered Tommy. "Who wants to know?" He asked, eyeing them suspiciously. "Mr.Dankworth, we are here to discuss your daughter, Jasmine, can we please come in?" Gray asked as Lucifer nodded before letting them in. On their way i

Drago led her to a covered deck, where the whole family was sitting, ready for breakfast. All around her were the usual suspects, Grigo, Marcu, and the mercenaries from the dungeon below the compound, who all nodded to her in respect. Madchen smiled at them, they never uttered a judgemental word against her when she enacted her frenzied revenge on Jason, they just stood back and let her have her moment.

Valeska replied. Bohdan could now see a single figure walking back to the miners building surrounded by two other vampires. Preacher Jack was a large vampire, with a big grey burly beard and miner’s hat. He wore suspenders and denim jeans that went well with his button down shirt. He was exactly what Bohdan thought a miner would look like. As Preacher Jack approached, Dorek stepped up and greeted him. “Jack, I want you to meet someone,” Dorek said.

He does have pale skin, also very well sculpted muscles, dark eyes, and black hair that was a bit longer on top and shaved shorter on the back and sides. “Lastly, this funny fellow here is Alex,” he motioned to the shortest of the four men, who had curly blonde locks that came to his ears, a scar on his left cheek, and a warm smile. “It is nice to meet you all,” Dante proclaimed while dumping some gluten free pancake batter into a large mixing bowl. “Yes, it is a pleasure to meet you all,” I said with slight suspicion in my mind. “Kitten let’s sit and I will tell you more about us and why you need protection,” Damen said softly to me. Jace placed two cups of coffee and some creamer on the ta