Jack Jaffa Novels & Stories

'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.

Jack said, "Thank you, it's sugar-apple/custard apple cream" "Ohh it's delicious 'shorty' " he spoke while savoring a mouthful with desert. "Excuse me, I am not short, 5'4 is average height, it's not my fault if you grown-up like Burj Khalifa," I said while narrowing my eyes on him putting my hands on my hips. "But that's will not going to change the fact, that you're short in all of us 'shorty' " he said as the matter of face with smug playing on his lips,

It was the designated smoking section of the church, and there were a handful of guys taking advantage of it. "Jake Isaac. How are you, son?" One of the older guys turned and extended his hand. "You still up in New England, son?" "A Yankee now, hm, boy?" Another one moved in for his handshake. "Not sure you can take the country out of the boy, Mr. Jackson." Jake shook hands as the guys gave him hell. He shot the shit with them for a few minutes until Kari moved toward him. "Who's this pretty thing?" Mr. Jackson moved up and extended his hand. "Please don't tell me you're dating this rascal."

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stitched on the chest—a snake eating its own tail. "Recording log 404," the man in the hologram—Jack’s father, Arthur Miller—said. He looked tired, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He held a clipboard in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. He looked like a man stressed about a deadline, not a political dissident fighting a regime. "If this playback is active," Arthur looked directly into the camera lens, which meant he was looking directly into Jack’s eyes across the span of twenty years, "then the subject—Jack—has successfully breached the Alcatraz perimeter and reached the Core."

Jack asked, "Didn't you say on the phone that we were meeting for some very important business, and how did you get my number in the first place?" The conversation continued with Jade saying, "Well, that's going to be a secret until you agree to help me." Jack enquired, "In what way can I be of assistance to you?" She questioned, "You are aware of who Erin is, correct?" Jack inquired, "Who is Sparrow's girlfriend?" and Jade responded with a grin. She smirked, and Jack smiled as he said, "I'm going to kill her." The response from Jack was, "You don't look like someone who needs any help from me."

He cursed under his breath. My mind was spinning. My heartbeat was everywhere. “Who?” He dragged a hand down his face—my face—and let out a long breath. “Jolyeen Hitler. She goes by the nickname Jack the Trader.”

"You're going out with Daniel Zavaro? Captain of the Texas Mutiny? How did you not tell me this?" "I didn't even know what his job was until last night. How do you know him anyway? You don't follow soccer." She gives the paper back, spouting statistics and ticking them off with her fingers. "Daniel Zavaro, twenty-nine years old. Six-year veteran of the Texas Mutiny. Number four on last year's Top Twelve most eligible bachelor list as voted by the city of Houston, behind one baseball player and two football players. Single, loves his family, volunteers at a local children's soccer league and all around nice guy."

He settled in the office armchair and found it less comfortable than Vicky Turnbull's. That was when Jada said, "Mr. Frankton, since it's just the two of us, allow me to address you as master." "Wait, you're from the Cerulean Summit Legion?" Frank exclaimed. "Well, it makes sense. You're beautiful, and Pax Jaric would definitely be interested, though you have strong enough connections to rebuff him." Jada nodded. "Nothing gets past you! And don't worry—no one would get to claim me, aside from you."

Jack eased in next to Jasmine and glanced at her sisters before he reclaimed his seat in his chair. "Long time, ladies," Jack slurred. "Now, dish—what did you get your noses out of joint about this time?" Jayla was scowling, but Jasmine wasn't as fast on the draw. "You get together with someone?" she asked boldly. Jack smiled. "Not anyone." He moved in close to her. "I met the best." Jade raised an eyebrow. "You mean the con artist?" Jack smiled even wider. "I prefer to call her a 'master of deceit'."