Jack Dunkleman Novels & Stories

I’ve killed someone too and I’m not above doing it again. “What’s his name? I can take care of myself, William. What. Is. His. Name?” “Drako. Drako Torrance. First man in Manhattan to become CEO at the age of eighteen. Vicious, ruthless, rumored to have ties with the mafia. The guy works alone and it’s hard to get an audience with him. He hates the Winchesters too, no idea why. All I know is, he works alone and he’s the last person you should work with.”

Yankel then called out at the top of the lungs, "Guards! Someone help us! Seize this man and punish him! He doesn't belong here, and he should be punished for assaulting me and my assistant!" The head of the security team, a burly man named Iska Walbeer, stormed into the room with his team of guards, wielding their batons. A dark expression crossed his face when Iska stepped into the room and realized what state it was in. He immediately demanded, "What's going on here? Who dares to stir up a scene here at the Drunham City Connoisseurs?"

Something with the way he smiled, did not set well with her, there was a starnge jealousy, something she oculd not name, something she did not want to name. Buried herself in work and a romantic book was her exit from the world however now, someone was occupying her mind nowadays. Something that did not set well with her morals. . Later that day Ansuhka was instructed to give Abhinn and Dinesh the resume file, at last she was given two resumes, one of them was janvi’s to call her and issue an appointment letter to her as the new ielts teacher at STRAIGHLINE the starnge ache was back in her chest

I was going to be the one to do it one way or the other, I needed to play this game. The door opened without warning, and I quickly slipped back into character, fragile, sweet, grateful. I looked up with wide eyes as the woman I had come to destroy stepped into the room. Sienna De Luca. She didn’t speak right away. Her gaze swept over me, taking in the sight of me still in the robe the maids had given me. She looked too calm, too unreadable. I exposed my leg just enough for her to see it, to know that I was this exposed, this easily seen to him. But I knew that Damon would not be foolish. He would not tell her that he was here. I would have to be the one to do it.

He called gently and I looked at him as saliva gathered in my mouth while I tried to act natural. "Meet my brother, Viktor Sokolov." He introduced and it felt like a bucket of ice had been thrown onto me. 'This man was Viktor Sokolov?' I gasped as it now hit me why he looked so familiar. I had seen this man before on this news several times because he was a military soldier captain and it was nothing good. Mostly about him bombing other armies, sneaking an attack or planning a coup. A reporter had once said that the only difference between this man and a Black mamba was that this man could walk so what Don Luciano doing besides him?

I don't know how long I stood there watching but I flickered the second I felt someone's hand rest on my shoulder. “An amazing sight to watch, huh?” He asked. I turned only to see a huge dude in his late twenties, Huge with brown hair, his face was expressionless as though he carried the burden of the entire world on his shoulder. “Indeed amazing.” I complimented. A crooked smile quickly curled around his face, “I'm Dante, second in command at DeathHowl Riders MC.” He said, extending a hand. “Xavier Grey, nice to meet you Dante.” I said, extending a hand as well for a handshake.

The other followed behind him. The first was slightly older, dark-skinned, with a calm expression that suggested he was used to being listened to. The second was younger. Caelith studied him briefly. She didn't recognize him. The older man stopped a few feet away. The second placed a small tray containing a few apples and a small knife on the table. Caelith looked at it briefly then back at them. “I believe introductions are in order.” He looked toward Caelith. “My name is Victor.” He gestured toward the man behind him. “This is Kellan.” Then toward the woman. “And Jessica.”

He spit out and I laughed. “You will tell me what I want to know sooner or later.” I motioned for my man to go back to his torture. I would find her and kill Jensen. He thinks he can double-cross me, so he has to pay the price. A few hours later I walked back into the basement where I was keeping the man we had taken, I think his name was Jordan. I didn’t really care what his name was. All I cared about was breaking him so I could go and get what belonged to me. My man had done a real number on him already so I decided to see if he was ready to talk. I walked over to him, he was chained to the wall and looked like he was barely able to hold himself up. His face was covered in blood and he wa

"Don't tell my parents I let you catch me. Tell them I fought you. Also, tell them I was wearing shoes. It'll break my mum if she knew I died barefoot." He chuckled and a little drop of humour flashed in his dark orbs. "Duly noted." And the world went black forever. Adrianne's POV I was about to continue walking when someone's hand closed over my arm. Thankfully, I had fast reflexes and I yanked my hand away and was about to bolt when the person spoke in a very soft voice. "Don't run! I'm not going to hurt you." uh-huh I silently said sarcastically. I paused and even though it killed me, I stared at the stranger's face. He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black

Not just a wolf. But a force of nature. And no matter how much I wanted to run from him, some part of me—some maddening, aching part—knew it would be impossible. Whether I liked it or not, this man, this beast, this protector… was mine. And I was his. Our eyes were still locked when footsteps echoed across the ruined chamber. His beta entered—Lieutenant Daniel, clad in formal armor, eyes darting from the destroyed wall to the blood-soaked floor, then to the dead assassin sprawled at Alexandro’s feet.