Jack Jaffa Novels & Stories

Jafar looked amused and quickly applied some new bandages on Darren's wound. "Very funny, Darren," Jafar said. "A sense of humor is a good sign of recovering." I noticed there were some scratching marks on Jafar's arms, so I asked, "What happened to your arms, Jafar?" Jafar immediately used his sleeves to cover his arms and said, "Oh, these! I really don't know. Sometimes I bump into things or scratch myself accidentally while I'm working and I have absolutely no memory of what has happened."

Rafael raised an eyebrow and asked, “Because of me, what? Did I tell you to barge in like a bull without even knocking?” “Yeah, I saw your Bugatti, it’s twenty, twenty four. How much did it cost you? When I saw it in the parking area, I was astonished.” Jack said with joy. “Take it easy, man, it’s not mine!” Rafael calmly said, glancing at me. Jack's eyes furrowed as he asked, "Then whose is it? No one in the company can afford it," then he looked at Debbie with the realization, "Oh, it’s yours?"

It wasn't easy on him either but he had mastered his poker face, one could rarely see what he was thinking. "So who was that?" Jess asked once they were back in the car. "Who?" Jack knew exactly what she meant and who she was referring to but he needed a minute to prepare himself. "Oh come on, the lady you couldn't stop looking at. An ex?" "None of your business." Jack's default reaction to questions he found difficult to answer was defence. Everyone already knew how much of an asshole he was so there was no use in trying and failing to explain when he could just be what he normally was and move along with his life.

Everything that happened last night actually happened. Jack stood up from the old chair he had slept in. He glanced over at Jill and confirmed she was still asleep. He quickly dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. He quickly brushed his teeth and ran his hand through his hair. Once he put his shoes on, he checked on Jill one more time before stepping out of the small room. Jack left the bar and hailed a taxi. "Omene Bank, please."

Jack said calmly. Wilson froze for a moment. He realized one should never pick a fight with a man who knew how to code. With a sigh, he said helplessly, "So now you've pissed off the Judds and whoever's behind them." "I've spent my whole trip digging into the Judds. If anyone dares back them up, I'll expose their secrets next. I don't even run a company. They can't touch me." Jack leaned back in his chair. There was a casual yet determined look in his eyes.

a reasonably sized room with a bed, chest of drawers, and a rug, Jack did not unpack we would not be staying there after that night, he pulled fresh clothes out of his kitbag and lay on the bed, ‘Get some sleep, Sirius, once we ship out sleep will be a luxury commodity’ I jumped up and curled at the end of the bed, settling down I watched him sleeping. Jack was a very good-looking young man, and his Irish blood was very evident. He was over six feet tall with blue/black hair and deep blue eyes, his skin tanned easily, and once he put on the traditional Afghan clothes he would pass very easily for one of them. An hour later he put the

HAYDEN (p. o. v) After making myself clam.. I took deep breath and asked Jack.. me: " what about Jessica... you said you have feelings for her.. " Jack: " tomorrow I will meet her.. I brought the cafe where she is working.. so now she will be working under me.. " me: " what if she leave job?? " Jack: "yes even I have that doubt... now you married to Elina.. she will definitely stay in home to take care of Michael... if she didn't come to cafe tomorrow.. I am thinking to go for Michael home and ask her hand.. "

Jacob approached me as I walked into the kitchen. “So what’s the deal boss, why are we here?” I grabbed the bottle of scotch from the self and a glass. I poured myself a glass and sipped it. Jacob stared at me waiting for an answer. I flashed a devilish grin at him. “We are going to war.” He looked at me, confused. “With who and why?” I finished my drink and set the glass down. “Joseph King. He shouldn’t have double-crossed me.”

Stefen said as he also entered the kitchen. Jasmine nodded her head in approval. “How are you J?” Stefen asked as he patted Jack’s shoulder from behind. “Huh?” Jack was knocked to the real world. “You good?” Stefen asked as he took a seat beside Jack. “Yeah,” Jack said in a low and confusing tone. It was an easy job to see that he was clearly lying. “Here,” Jasmine placed a coffee mug on the table near Stefen and she sat on a chair as she sipped her coffee.

Princess Bethany first love had returned to her city, his name is Jack, his 28 years old, with a height of 5'9, Jack abandoned Bethany two years ago for a sugar mummy, who can sponsor his luxurious lifestyle rumours had spread that Jack did it for a bigger paycheck, but the reason he did it was none of her business. Jack had returned to Bethany city with an intention to reunite with her, he strongly believes females can't forget their first love no matter how had they try, as they are weaker and emotional beings, jack rented a small apartment where he would lodge for the time being he spent in Bethany city.