Jack Edwards Booktok Novels & Stories

I read and closed the book immediately, my heart pounding fast. Father never called me his son, he never said it to my face, and I never expected him to write about it; seeing it on the first page of his journal has my heart racing, and I don't want to stop hating him; I swore to keep hating him until my last breath. I put the book back on the desk and rose; I need someone to talk to, and there is no one better than Edna; she is good with these things and the only one who can help me rebuild my pack to what it once was.

“You would be shocked by the things I know, Atlas.” “Which is?” “First, I bet you don't know that Jade was responsible for Eduardo’s condition.” I stared at her, shocked to my bones. Of course, I remember sending her out on a mission to kill Eduardo, but according to Jackson, she had failed, and someone had attacked him. Little did I know that she was the one who had put him in a wheelchair. Jade had taken down a powerful man who was the most feared: my boss. The one I dare not mess with. But what I didn't understand was why she was telling me all this.

he fakes a smile when he approaches them, "You always choose the wrong moment to show up." Jack takes a look at his phone, "It's the first day of the month," he mumbles, "I'm on time," Eden rolls his eyes and takes an envelope from his backpack. "Here," he hands it to Jack, "Only two months left. I don't want to see you again after that," "Aw, won't you miss me?" Jack pouts, and his men start laughing. "Hot boyfriend you got, by the way," he smirks.

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits. Chapter 69 Even after Eddy stopped talking, I couldn’t speak. I felt like something in my chest had shifted. Something I couldn’t move back into place. My breathing had changed. My hands were cold. I didn’t realize I had started crying until a tear touched the side of my lips. Eddy leaned forward and reached into the inner pocket of his jacket. Slowly, like he had carried this moment for years.

Earnestine said hurrying to the counter, she dropped her money and left the icebox. Janeka had her fingers running on the tall bookshelf. She was standing on a ladder that was leaning on the shelf because she wasn't tall enough to reach the top. She was looking for books that talked about the unbinding and the infernal region. She wanted to start studying about the darkness since it was what they would fight against if Edmond Michael returns. Her phone beeped, and she directed her gaze at her pocket as she pulled it out. “Hello.” “How are you feeling?” Justin asked.

he called back, his voice warm as sunlight. The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before sleep reclaimed me, pulling me back into its embrace. *** I found myself rummaging through a stack of books that likely belonged to Jacob from his university years. None of them were fiction. These were all about life lessons and self-improvement. Titles like Rich Mindset and Atomic Habits caught my eye, their well-worn spines suggesting they had been thoroughly read. But one title stood out above the rest, stopping me cold:

His voice carried a casual arrogance that grated on my nerves. I turned back to the shelf. “Looking for a book to read.” Eddie let out a low chuckle. “You? Reading? Since when did you develop a love for books? Last time I checked, you’d rather watch paint dry than crack open a novel.” “People change,” I said simply, keeping my tone light, though my insides were irritating. “Change?” he echoed, stepping closer. “You? Change? That’s rich. What’s next? You’ll tell me you’ve suddenly taken up knitting or decided to become a saint?”

We need to get Justoedith out of this place. —Press the button!— Do it now! It costs you nothing! Valack yells, pounding on the glass mass of his cell with two hands. "He has an incentive for you and you won't get it for free," Sasha says harshly. — What does the book do? "How do you treat the book?" the tracker yells brutally, repeating the redhead's investigation. Valack falls silent, which irritates me. Tell us!” I interest, feeling outrage and disappointment building inside me.

A cunning, wolfish grin split his face in two, eyes glistening with charm but it barely masked his malice. "Jericho, it's good to see you again." I gritted my teeth, keeping my tone sharp and my response clipped, "I don't share the sentiment." "Too bad," his dry chuckle as he scanned the room was like a bucket of cold water, "I see you've been lying with your brothers. Not a good habit," Eddie zeroed in on the book sprawled on my desk. I hadn't thought of putting it away safely. The thought of someone breaking my door down didn't cross my mind until after that shit happened.

Jada tried to play it cool and said, her heart racing. Immediately, Jamie chimed in, "Yes, Miss Jada was just asking about the book I am reading. You know how curious she can be." Without saying another word, Chase took her hand and led her into the kitchen, and as Jada calmly followed him, she couldn't stop thinking, 'What wounded side of you, Chase, are you hiding from me?'