Jack Malain Novels & Stories

Mary spoke politely but her hands were ripping the old man's hands away from Alexa. "I am sorry, I didn't think to introduce myself. I am Jack Willer and I am the scriptwriter of the script Rough Diamond," The old man said, embarrassed. He was just so caught up with excitement that he forgot to introduce himself. Remembering his earlier behavior which made him look like a pervert, he felt like being swallowed by the ground. "Yeah right,” Mary rolled her eyes in disbelief as she looked at the haggard old man. Her mind refused to connect him to the most famous script writer in the country.

Maurice said. I looked at Maurice. He nodded. I moved my gaze to Jalen. He looks really young. "What's the age?" I asked. Jalen looked at Maurice and then at me. "Just turned nineteen, sir." I scanned his appearance, taking in his features. I moved my eyes to Maurice. "Isn't he too young for this shit?" "N...no, sir. Well he....he got cool bars, OG. Trust me, you gonna love him. He's gonna be the biggest investment you ever made." Maurice said confidently.

" She Will be safe till we are back... Right ? " " Sure, Mr Mike has Jill already. It will be fruitless to threaten you again using your sister " I drove away to claw foot club and alighted when i pull into the building. Han step out as well and follow me. As expected the staffs all stare at me in awe. " Oh goodness, isn't that Jack Mayor? " " The swimmer who won the medal weeks ago " " He is so cute. He is a CEO of mayors creation, look how Young and dominant he is "

he said leading the way. The man looked pissed off by the betas words but he kept his facial expression neutral, "You follow as well"he said to me . I followed behind them quietly.I was feeling uneasy,hungry and maybe even a bit pissed off but mostly tired.My shoulder was taking a bit longer to heal and even my busted lip,it felt a bit bruised.I licked it out of instinct and I was right it tasted sour-a bloody taste and it was sore.We got to small hall that looked like more of a courtroom of some sort.Jake was sitting behind a large desk with a few papers in front of him and he was talking to two men that were standing in front of his desk nodding to whatever he was saying.However he stopped

As the wind howled over jagged cliffs, the clinic lit up—one bulb, then another. Far away, people whispered that Jack Malone had died. But in truth, he had simply chosen a different battlefield. And every day, beside the woman who once caged him, he fought not just for others… …but to keep himself human. --- \[完结]

I turned my head to Jack, who had his jaws clenched, and at that moment, I realized that I didn't know his age. I shook my head and looked at my food. Why do I even care? I am doing this for the money. "If you were curious, darling, he is 32," Liam smiled at me, and both Jack and Bertha glared at him. "Stay away from this one, Liam," Jack growled, his hands clenching. Liam chuckled, finding everything funny, and raised his hands in surrender. "Come on, brother, if she wants me, why should I deny the lady?" He winked at me, and I wondered what the hell he was doing?

he says as he tries to figure it out. "No shit! I know I have a dick and balls just like you but that's what the damn doctor told me. I mean look at my little belly ya big dumb Russian" Jack growls out at him. Poor Misha just sat there with a dumb look on his face and I could tell Jack was about to flip. "Sir help him understand" I whisper to Malachi

"We are gonna show them that we hit where it hurts the most." "And what if they catch her?" Asked Jack. A young quite slender guy who had a scar on his right cheeck. He was an ex millitia and later own became a free lance mercenary. Some time back like three years ago he was bieng hunted by money laundering cartels after blackmailing them. He managed to kill three quarter of the team that was sent after him thus proving excellent survival capabilities. "Thats what we actually want. With that they will waste their time on a wild goose chase while we get more time to do our work. Simple as it gets", came Lucas's reply with a grin on his face.

Observing their dynamic, Jenny wondered about the nature of their closeness. Lemuel said nothing, only grunted in pain as he managed a wry smile. His thick, dark hair fell across his forehead, and his head lolled to the side. His lips were pale, yet he grinned at Malia as if he had played some sort of prank on her. He struck her as the kind of man who joked around and acted like a child, and Jenny could tell from his demeanor that he was usually more lively and boisterous.

So, with a smile that was meant to be natural, I sat up and said to him: — Alaya, I would like to introduce you to Malick. She made a movement of surprise. — Yes… we’ve already seen each other, just now. I pretended to acquiesce, but added, emphasizing my words, almost like a revealed secret: — Yes, but you don't really know who he is. I saw his eyes narrow, cautious curiosity crossing his face. Elias frowned and spoke for me, his voice deep: — I know him. Last time, he introduced himself under another name...the Jackal. Behind me, Malick smiled that smile that I knew too well, that smile that belonged only to him. A thin smile, almost playful, but charged with a chilling confidence.