Romans & histoires Jack Hughes X Reader

Sean took a look at Jack and saw Jack nod, so he ran out with the wedding planning scheme. As soon as the door closed with a click, Madam Hough said at once. "You can't get married to her!" "Why?" Jack raised his eyebrows, and his dark eyes were filled with anger. Even his mother, Madam Hough, was stunned for a second. ‘My son is becoming more and more powerful.’ "Haven't you been asking Master Summer for Rachel's file? Now I've brought the file. Take a good look at it!" Then Madam Hough turned over Jack's computer screen, typed on the keyboard, and pulled Rachel's file.

He asked. Lexi worked at swallowing her potatoes first. She tapped the blue book on the table. "I was reading this book today. It's about a man named Martin that gets reanimated and he can hear a voice named Angel. Then he meets up with a girl named Carmen and they search for a dead body." "Dead bodies? What kind of books are you reading? Maybe you should stick to something with bunnies in it or something." Jack went to take the book from her. Lexi slapped her hand on the book. "No please, don't take it. I'm not finished yet." Her pleading eyes looked up at him.

“Judge, if you’re not interested in women, I can also offer my ass. This place hasn’t been developed yet. I beg the judge to kill her quickly!” Jack looked at the bullet screen that kept floating past him. He didn’t know what to say. Regardless of whether it was in his previous life or the current world, it was very popular to sleep with fans. Some celebrities who didn’t do well would even cheat their fans of their money, those people had no idea what self-esteem was. Including those novels he had read in the past, after the protagonist had transmigrated, he would be surrounded by many beautiful women. After sleeping with one, he would sleep with another. His daily life was like a breeding p

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I'm on my back on the floor, held by the big man and the other sick werewolves, all of them exchanging smirks with each other when Jack caresses my breasts. "Mhm, so full and nice!" Jack says and dips down his head, licking my nipple and making me scream. I don't want this! "Why are you doing this?!" My face is hot with tears, my heart threatening to pound its way out of my ribcage. I hate feeling so helpless. "What will your mate think if they find out you raped a girl?!" Jack laughs. "They will never find out." I stare up into his cruel face and shriek when he starts pulling down the hems of my pants. His hands are cold and relentless. Nails dig into my skin, sliding down closer to my neit

Jack said and cleared his throat as his voice came out horsed. "Oh." It was so obvious that he didn't believe us. "We'll have you seen, Liam?" He asked instead and I almost rolled my eyes. Of course he was asking if Liam. "No." Jack answered curtly and James hummed. "Well then, I'll leave you guys to it" I raised my head and cupped Jack's cheeks. "He totally knew what we were doing" I said and Jack nodded. "I don't care, I just don't want him to see you naked" He said, his hand already moving to my core and pushing my underwear to the side.

I asked and Jack laughed. “Do you need anything” “No. Have you found your leak yet?” I asked him. “Not yet,” Jack said, sounding despondent. “My Chicago address was leaked too,” I said. “Are you sure?” “I followed Huxman there,” I said. “He gave me a name.” “Who?” Jack asked me and I could hear him typing in the background. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care of it,” I said. “Jericho–”

“WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THE LODGE.” I didn’t open them. Not until I was home. Showered. Alone. Back in the armor of city lights and sharp suits. Then I did what I always do. I poured a glass of red. Opened my laptop. And braced for the mess. But I wasn’t prepared for this. Title: “Locked In: A True Story of Lust in the Storm” By: Jax Hart I blinked. Then clicked. The bastard had published a preview. A whole fucking chapter. On his newsletter. To over two million subscribers.

His eyes widened with recognition, then something that looked like either excitement or dread. "Emma Chen," he repeated slowly. "As in E.C. Hart? The Emma Chen who wrote *Midnight Surrender* and *Dangerous Devotion*?" She nodded, watching his expression shift through several emotions she couldn't identify. "Well," Jake said finally, a strange smile playing at his lips. "This is going to be interesting." Emma turned and fled the coffee shop, her heart hammering against her ribs. Through the window, she could see Jake still sitting at the table, staring after her with an expression she couldn't read.

Then, mercifully, Jaxon claps his hands, breaking the charge like a spark in a gas chamber. “Gentlemen,” he announces. “Which one of you sinners wants their dick sucked tonight?” Typical Jaxon. A walking grenade of chaos. “What the actual fuck?” I say under my breath. Rick lets out a rare laugh. “My rate’s high, Jaxon Hughes.” Then, with a smirk, “And I don’t do virgins.” Jaxon lunges playfully, but there’s always an edge to him—like if he did stab you, he’d apologize with a beer. I grab him before it escalates.