Novel & Cerita Jack For Kickin It

I told her. She stared at me, speechless, lips trembling, mouth gaping. "That's a giant ass rock," she finally spat out, making me chuckle. I took her shaking hand, trying to still her as she bounced up and down on the same spot. When I finally got her to stand still, I looked her in the eye, steeled my nerves and said, “Jack’s going to stand in for me. Kumicho. Ill Padrino. Whatever the fuck they need to call him. He'll be Chance Winston. He’s already agreed. No one outside the inner circle will know it’s not me. Meanwhile, you and I will go back to our normal lives. What do you say?"

He screamed, together with his crew and they all rushed at me. I swayed my arms in a dragon warrior, Kung Fu style, awaiting impact - Jackie Chan mode activated. Zack threw a punch but I dodged it, and as Christian was about to throw his I used Zack's face as a shield. Franklin came with a kick but I held his leg, and Zack also got the idea to kick and I held both legs up, and as Christian was about to complete the trio with his own kick, I turned around, dodging his kick and making him to kick his mates on their groin. They both fell to the floor, clutching their lower bellies as they moaned in pain. I jumped into the air like Jaden Smith in Karate Kid, doing a backflip and landing a kick o

He sent Jackson Emery to handle the cleanup. Jackson Emery had been our high school pack’s elite champion fighter. The elders used to call him 'The Behemoth' because of his monstrous physical strength, his thick muscular frame, his midnight-black fur, and those piercing sky-blue eyes. During our third winter, the pack trainers were already grooming his beast for the elite league scouts, hoping Jack would secure a high-ranking position within a major western territory. But a brutal knee-shattering blow during his final warrior trials demolished his career, forcing Jack to abandon his dreams and crawl back to finish his education at the local community outpost.

'Dig Bick. He's wearing only sweatpants that sit on his hips, showing his V-line. His abs are so toned and firm that all I could do was stare. "My eyes are up here," he mumbled amused while bringing the cup of coffee he's holding to his lips and taking a sip. "Yeah, I should be going," I murmured, shifting from one foot to the other uncomfortably as I pointed with my thumb towards the door. "Okay," Jack said with a shrug then turned his back to me as he walked towards what seems to be the kitchen.

Adeena raised her foot high up and kicked Jack. “You b*tch!” Jack was on the floor, holding his chest with a disbelief expression. “Who gave you the courage to…” She dusted her hands and brushed the dust off her shoulders. “I’ve given you a chance to walk away. Serve you right.”

She is about to end up the call but on second thought just waits to hear what he will say. Of course, Jack is not a weakling. As a matter of fact, Jack used to be the best underground fighter among all until he raised enough money to build his own underground fighting club. Right now he currently owns the highest fighting club in Virginia where he makes over a thousand dollars on a daily and also owns some other minor businesses. Jack is not just a fighter but a business tycoon. She had said that just to piss him off.

Jack is wearing a pink tshirt, white maternity shorts and white vans. Memphis walks in the cottage with Asia not far behind him in a purple tshirt dress and silver gladiator sandals. "Hey everyone! Are you about ready to head out?" Memphis asks as Asia heads into the bathroom. "Yeah we're ready. Just waiting on Jack to finish stuffing his suckhole" I say with a smirk. "Kiss my ass shithead" Jack shouts from the kitchen making us chuckle at his crazy ass.

At that moment, I suddenly said, "If you don't want to crawl out, I'll give you a second choice." My tone became calm, and I smiled subtly. Jack looked at me eagerly. "You have to slap yourself in the face ten times, really hard!" I said slowly. Jack's face immediately changed. How could he bear such humiliation from me? Since childhood, he had always been the one slapping others. How could he ever imagine slapping himself? Jack was the heir of the Brown family, so he had status and honor in the city of A. He had studied Tae Kwon Do with a Japanese senior when he was studying abroad and had achieved a black belt.

“Come here!” “We have a newbie? Did she do it?” asks Jack, and I guess he’s talking about that stupid tradition. “You’re still alive?” he laughs and sits next to me. “I’m Jackson by the way, but everyone calls me Jack here. I’m in charge of the missions in Asia.” he smiles.

Just as I braced myself to get yelled or hollered at, Gladys suddenly giggled out loud and said, "Yep, those videos are fake too. "Because I was the one sleeping with Corey that night."