Jack From Kickin It Novels & Stories

He kept on kicking with his legs, trying to pull away. *** Jack looked around for his weapon. It was then that he realized how close he was to the narrow cliff face—ten feet at most. “Oh, you bitch, you bitch,” he yelled at the faggot. Jack dragged himself out of the stream and collapsed in the mud. He glanced around. Nothing. “Oh, I’m going to cut you up so bad.” Hope drained away as he said it. Loose packed earth fell under his grip and he shuffled away from the bluff’s edge, but not before seeing the scissors in a flash of lightning. A thorny bush fifteen feet below had broken their fall. Water ran into darkened treetops.

I was going to become a gem all on my own. Just then, Queenie suddenly yanked the strap of my shoulder bag. The medical journal Mom left me fell straight to the ground, pages flying everywhere. Rage surged through me. I didn't know where the strength came from, but I raised my arm and slapped Queenie hard across the face. She stumbled backward and let out a dramatic cry. "Nigel! Save me!" Nigel's expression changed in an instant. He rushed to catch her in his arms and then turned around and kicked me in the stomach.

"Good, but I want to see you move faster and stronger. Remember to use your hips and legs for power." She handed him a bottle of water. "Got it. What's next?" He smirked. Mari smiled wryly. "Now it's time for some jump training. I want to see you jump high and fast." Jake eyes glinted and his lips curved into a sly smirk. "How about after my drill, I take you out for lunch?" Jack was hopeful. "Nay." "Why? I'm rich and the best player in my team." He boasted. No, because you're not Ray. Mari thought.

Every single time, I had been the one groveling for her forgiveness. But not this time. Never again. When Celine saw that I wasn't falling over myself to apologize and that I simply walked right past her instead, she froze for a solid three seconds. Then she grabbed my wrist, her face full of disbelief. "You're really holding a grudge over that?" she snapped. Just because Tristan Whitfield wanted to know how long I could hold my breath, she had kicked me straight into the pool. If someone there hadn't known CPR, I might not have made it. And she boiled all of that down to me holding a grudge.

Not in front of everyone. Jack stepped forward and stood opposite Liam. “Using the stability training from earlier,” Jack announced, “your goal is to force your opponent to the ground. Watch closely.” They locked hands. The whistle blew. Jack was bigger, more muscular, planted like a tree. Yet in a blur of motion and raw power, Liam twisted, shifted his weight, and slammed Jack into the dirt. A collective murmur rippled through the crowd. Jack rose, brushing dust from his trousers with a nod of respect. “Your turn.”

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?"

"Enough with this nonsense guys." said Jack looking at his band mates who are making fun of him as he got into yet another scandal with a female idol, couple of days ago. "Don’t be grumpy Jack. Look at the gossips. Oh My God! your fans are scolding that poor girl as she is in scandal with you. I pity her" said Zach McQueen one of his band mates. He is closest to Jack. Zach is also known as 'THUNDER' by fans. His voice is so deep and sexy, so they named him Thunder.

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.

"I want to know who killed those people as much as you do, Riley. You've got to believe me." I sat down on the couch beside him. "You're saying you didn't kill them?" "Probably said it a million times since yesterday." "Jackson—" "Call me Jack." He insisted. I gave a nod. "Jack, how about you pretend to be in my shoes for a minute? Imagine if you were kidnapped by a psychopath and you heard all the news about him on tv, all the atrocious crimes he committed, wouldn't you be having doubts as well?" He grinned. "I'd be thinking goddamn he's hot and I'd want to bang that psychopath one of these nights."

“ Why would I upset her ? “ said Jack . “ Because sometimes you just say some unreasonable nonsense . “ said Massimo . Jack laughed with a forced smile as he continued to drink whiskey. “ So , what is your problem ? “ asked Luna . “ We just talked about Mel . Rather than talking , she scolded me . “ said Jack . “ She scolded you ? “ asked Massimo surprised . “ Yeah ! She is quite scary when she gets angry . “ said Jack . “ That is true ! “ said Massimo with a serious tone . Jack drank the glass of whiskey till the end then took the bottle and filled the glass again . “ You are drinking rather fast tonight . “ said Massimo . “ I wanna get drunk . Unless I get drunk “ If you wanna get drunk th