Jack London Novel Novels & Stories

A promise to love, forever till death do us apart. THE END In case you are wondering about what happened to Jenny and Jack, I don’t intend to write about them. But we should assume Jenny was confined into an asylum while Jack was sentenced to five years imprisonment for conspiracy. I hope you enjoyed reading this book. I added more chapters because some readers complained that the story seemed rushed. Thank you for taking out your time to read and comment. Please check out my other books— Alpha King Special Soulmate and Her Baby’s Secret. ALPHA KING SPECIAL SOULMATE

The blood drained from my face. My heart tightening, making it impossible to breathe… He had slept with half of London, orgies, foursomes, threesomes…he was an alcoholic…reformed at least, a crackhead. Now…a murderer? Jack was a damn killer? I’d been fucking a murderer? All this while? BLOODY FUCKING HELL!!!

He tried his best to conceal the panic in his heart. When Jack first arrived at the scene, he was immediately attracted to the stone chest, and at the same time, he saw the texts on it. Jack was once an elite of the Mouse Sect. He had seen many antiques, and he knew many archaic words. However, Jack knew that the person in front of him was a cruel man. He would lose his life the moment he told him the truth. "You don't know?" Donoghue frowned; he could see that Jack was flustered. 'Yeah, this kid must know those words.'

“A frightened girl.” Jack turned onto his side, staring at the wall as if it might answer him. With a sharp exhale, he pushed himself upright and swung his feet to the floor. The stone beneath them was ice-cold, sending a chill straight up his spine. He dragged a hand down his face, fingers scraping over unshaven skin, exhaustion pulling at him from every angle. Lira would not survive the week. Jack knew Desmond too well. He knew the way justice hardened him, how compassion was something he had long ago locked away and thrown the key from.

“I'll let you know if there's any updates and when Brandy's in the air.” “Thanks, Rachel.” Jack sank into one of the chairs on the porch overlooking the water. He clicked the phone off and set it on a small outdoor table. An old copy of Old Man and the Sea sat tucked into one of the chair cushions. Jack pulled it out and began leafing through the pages, trying to remember the plot from lit class. It wasn't long before he heard motion from inside. Emma stepped out on the porch, her eyes distant but strong as she looked out at the water.