Jack From Kickin It Novels & Stories

I never would've dared reach for someone as out of my league as Ezra. "What are you zoning out about?" Ezra waved a hand in front of my face. I snapped back and looked at him, real and warm right in front of me. No more comment prompts. No more future spoilers. But who cared? My Mr. Jackpot was already here. I suddenly leaned over, threw my arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek loud enough to echo. "Ezra!" "Hm?" He looked caught off guard for a second, then pulled me onto his lap by the waist.

Jack stood still listening to his brother telling their mother about the latest antics of Jazz. He was also curious but he was also uncertain. He already made the decision to go to her but he in a way feels he was dropping them. “I should show Jack,” Jason said laughingly. “What should I know?” he steps into the room. He accepts the coffee his mother hands him. “Jazz is blazing through the internet.” Jack leaned over his shoulder watching Jazz cycling fast and furious along with the neighborhood kids. He grabbed the phone for a closer look wondering what’s written on the back of her T-shirt. A slow smile played across his face. He hands the phone back to Jason.

Wyatt Finn, the thug who got stabbed, roared and kicked Timmy in the stomach with all his strength. A grown man's full-force kick was something a six-year-old body could never endure. Timmy screamed as his small frame lifted clean off the ground. He slammed into the wall with a thud, then slid limply down like discarded trash. There was a saying about hitting someone so clean it looked like art, and this scene was exactly that. Jack and the others burst out laughing the moment they saw it. "Hahaha! Wyatt, when did you train up such amazing kicking power?" "You sent that brat flying! That was beautiful!"

He tosses back a shot of Glenlivet and pours another before taking a seat to wait his turn in the bathroom. “I don’t know,” Jack replies, emerging in baggy sports shorts, high top All-stars and a t-shirt. Swiping the glass from Ivan, he drops the duffle in his lap. “You must be bad luck. Nothing like that ever happens when it’s just me and Ian.” Ivan rolls his eyes. “Don’t be a dick.” Rising, he disappears into the bathroom with the duffle to change.

she says before going silent. “So, no matter how potent your swimmers are Adam, it does not mean we will get another healer in the Pack, right Jenna?” Jack summarizes with a chuckle. Throwing a stapler his way for his rude comments, I look to Jenna who has a faint blush on her cheeks. She smiles at me, “Yes Jack, that is about right,” she murmurs to him before reaching over and hitting the back of his head.

Steven knocked the man on the right down with a swift kick then grabbed up his rifle. Jimmy sprang across the desk for Jack's throat, toppling him down on the ground. Jack fought against his grip. Jimmy squeezed him with inhuman strength. Jack could feel the tightness in his lungs as he tried to draw breath. He gritted his teeth. He liked to play fair with his brother, but the drug had made him stronger. The heat from his hands grew as he gripped Jimmy's upper arms. Jimmy still held on as the skin bubbled and turned black beneath Jack's finger.

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

Guevarra snorts, making fun of her by twitching his eyebrows at her. As Guevarra continues to yell at Zack to get out of the kitchen while urging Zack to move, Zack becomes more frustrated. Jackie had an idea that could help Zack, but could also harm both of their lives. As she was terrified, Jackie hurriedly tucked the letter inside her jeans pocket, pressing it down so hard that it crumbled and couldn't fall to the floor. In and out, she took a long breath before yanking her bag from her shoulder and smacking it into Guevarra's back, causing him to come to a screeching halt and lose his hold on Zack's shoulder. But before he could react, Jackie kicked the back of his knee, causing him to f

Angered by Kaze’s words, the fighter charged toward Kaze. Kaze sat on the single-seater sofa without moving. He looked rather calm. “Show-off!” The fighter grew livid and sprung to kick Kaze in the face. “You’re asking for it!” A figure jumped out and stood before Kaze. It was Jackal. Being in the direct line of the attack, Jackal lifted his leg and countered with a powerful kick. Wham! Their kicks met with a loud smack. “Ugh!” Hunter’s fighter collapsed with a cry. He crashed to the ground, his thigh bone crushed.

Jake said throwing a chair onto the wall, it came crashing onto the ground. Fatima had tears streaming down her cheeks "oh my God she is going to kill him" I stood up "No we won't let that happen, I promise!" I said, reassuring her, and all of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. My legs immediately gave out, but Jake was faster. "I have got you, my Queen," he said, carrying me, but the pain was too much. I felt as if something was trying to rip my stomach open...