Jack London Novel Novels & Stories

When I touched his muscular chest he growled and kissed me again. It wasn't long until he sat on top of me, his right hand strangling my neck. It hurt, because of the sharp nails that suddenly appeared behind his finger. Then his left hand just forcibly pulled my heart. ______ London, UK. "Hey, are you okay?" Jack's hand held me, he woke me from the terrible dream last night. Jack is the CEO and owner of the publishing house where I work. He was so friendly and kind, moreover he helped me so much. He was so handsome with his charming smile.

Once inside he come to a standstill just looking who was waiting for him. “You are a difficult man to track down boy.” John Warren looked at his son arms crossed over his chest. “You stole Jazz from me. I will make you pay for that, bastard.” Allan Black replied looking glass eyed, almost like he was on something. “Well now Jack you certainly know how to make an enemy for life. You just had to interfere with the most lucrative deal I had in place featuring Jazz Duncan.” Barry from London said sweetly. Jack looked at the final man, the man keeps flicking his knife. He recognizes him as the silent creep from the woods. The man said nothing just keeps looking at him.

This time Wendy’s dropping by had been about vinegar she claimed to desperately need to finish her cooking. He had taken his time finding the bottle and then dragged the chat with Wendy out until –Bingo! –Sarah had arrived. Just in time to get a glimpse at Wendy. That way she could at least put a pretty face with the name on the manuscript… “What’s it about?” Sarah asked, the manuscript still unopened on her lap. “Some romance,” Jack said with a shrug. “Haven’t gotten past the first chapter yet. And from that I would say it’s chick-lit at the most.”

"Good morning jack.." Lilly replied with a 'not so interested' tone and jack rolled his eyes at her. Lilly was a Hacker, she collects all the information Damian needs about his rivals or business partners. She was a beautiful redhead with green eyes with great figure and extremely talented in her work that's why Damian hired her, but she and jack never gets along and always fights and argues whenever they get chances just like Tom and Jerry... Damian entered the dinning hall and everyone greets him, he replied back with a firm nod and sat on the headchair.

Lily took off her glasses, but her face was still full of pleasure. "But this book, The Caged Bird and the Lion, is just magnificent. Even though it's fiction, the descriptions of Mafia family life are so real, it's like the author lived it." Lorenzo scoffed. "Boring fantasies. What do those writers know about the Mafia?" He reached for a file, but his eyes were drawn to the book Lily had placed on the table. The pages were open to a drawing of a white bird imprisoned in a golden cage, with a majestic lion standing outside.

Or maybe just to move. Quietly, I climbed down the ladder, the wood cool under my bare feet. The main room was dim, lit only by the glowing embers in the fireplace and a single lantern on the table. Jack was sitting in a big armchair by the fire, legs stretched out, reading an old paperback. He looked up the second my foot touched the floorboards, like he’d been waiting for me. “Can’t sleep?” he asked. That low rumble again. It did things to me I didn’t want to admit.

Jackson brought his men forward as he rushed and cursed, while Javier held the jack that was close to 20 pounds in his hand and closed the trunk. Did Javier need to wield a weapon to go up against vermin? Of course not! Javier brought out the mechanical jack because he would feel a bigger kick out of the fight with it! “You dare bring your men right up to my doorstep, eh? I’m going to beat the living lights out of you all!” ‘I-Is he a monster!?’ Jackson had always thought he was the descendant of a monster, the kind that would wander around with its bloodied mouth wide open.

I met Jack in a dark alleyway after Felix and I had completed our first assignment. We had both been shot and we were bleeding as we heard the high heels click clack towards us. He had smelled our blood and we both looked at the big man that stood in front of us wearing a skin tight dress. Jack was also Jackie and he loved to dress up and perform at a downtown club over weekends. Jack had loaded us in his car and taken us home, he was a lone wolf and preferred it that way. We became friends and whenever we travelled through Oklahoma we would drop in on him. He had cried when I called him with the news that Felix had been killed.

“What did you find?” Rico reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, battered book. He handed it to her, his expression grim. “This is Jack’s diary. I found it near the site where he was killed.” Sasha’s hands trembled as she took the book from him, her fingers brushing over the worn cover. She didn’t know what she had expected, but it wasn’t this. Jack had never mentioned keeping a diary before, and now that it was in her hands, it felt like a piece of him had come back to life, even in death he was still coming for her.

He reminded Jacob of a famous nickname that was the bane of everyone indulging in underground business before Jacob arrived. “That stinking old fart?” “Guess you remember now,” Jackson laughed at his twin brother's facial expression as he said those words. Jacob fumed as his hand subconsciously reached for Anna’s creamy thigh for a bit of distraction. If there was anyone he hated more in London than his father, it has to be CC. He had become a significant menace to Jacob’s supreme rule in London’s mafia world.