Jack Malain Novels & Stories

I dismissed Oliver and walked up to Jackson. "Jackson Mark-Anthony." I called, a curt smile playing on my lips. He smirked. "Christian Hales, long time no chat." He said calmly, good-natured but I knew better than that good guy facade he was keeping on. "Yeah, didn't think you were coming back." I replied. He let out a short chuckle and looked back at me. "Of course. Did you think I'd stay back and let you have all the fun here. Never ." Jackson smirked with sarcasm laced in his voice. I let out a calming breath.

DL command responded. "We need to change your command to make sure no one will know that I am the owner of that company building I am going to." Jack said as he was walking back in forth in front of the invisible screen until it disappeared in the air. "Okay Jack." DL command agrees on it. " "I don't want any more mistakes just like before. It sadden me enough every time I remembers it." Then Jack felt sad, he can't still recover on what has happen in the building.

“Jack used to talk about you a lot. He liked you.” “Jack?” Malik asked. He drew closer to me, silently dismissing Hank. I frowned at Hank’s retreating figure as the distance grew. I didn’t want to lead him on, but I would rather stay here with him than Malik. With Hank, my thoughts were clear. With Malik, they were a mumbo-jumbo. “Who is Jack?” “Jack Parker, CEO of Porter & Co.” “Jack,” he said with fondness, smiling. He massaged his jaw, and an imagery of him kneading my shoulders crept in from nowhere. “I knew Jack Parker. I heard the old man is dead.”

"Director Jordan would never let the equipment fail." "Stop arguing," Malina seemed impatient. "Ask your questions quickly!" Killian squinted and pushed her. "I said I’m quitting. What’s an NPC like you butting in?" Malina looked up and smiled brightly. "Who told you I’m an NPC?"

Opening the door, I'm not sure how to feel when I see who's at the door. Malik. He's completely soaking wet, as he stands there, looking forlorn. His hair is batted against his forehead, raining dripping steadily down his cheeks to his chin and to the floor at my feet. Even his dark jacket shows no sign of being even slightly dry in this weather. "What-"

Alleki perfectly tied his black shoulder-length hair. The man excused himself with two squad captains and walked nearer. At twenty, his lean and tall built made her look like a child. “Congratulations on your appointment, Alleki—I mean, Commander.” Malaika smiled. She honestly felt proud of him. Come to think of it. She considered him as her rival a long time ago. But she was ill-fated enough to be this low.

(Jack) “...Look, I will handle everything..don’t’ worry about Bang or Catherine now…I got no car, I goes alone with YOUR car..best believed that both Catherine and Bang will skin you alive..now..if you follow me…they wont do anything to you..beside…I am your boss…so could you hurry up a bit..we’re kinda in the open here…someone can see me..”. Jack is an ex-Navy seals, his records is quite impressive to say, but he is actually quite timid. Timid of power, he loved this job because the simplicity of it and the pay were hefty enough to make him a millionaire in just 2 years of working for me.

Jack walked directly into Malachy’s back, “what the fu…” Mal held a finger to his mouth as he looked at his friend. “Shhh.” He focused his hearing and confidently took off down a small dimly lit hallway, leaving his companions behind, confused. The sound of a piano lightly playing along with a soft voice lured him further down the hall. Jack and Alpha Miller followed, intrigued.

“I know you do.” That was the end of that conversation. Malachi at least had the decency to look slightly apologetic as he fell into step beside me on the path to the village. He was a few years younger than Jareth, lean and sharp-eyed, with an irreverence he mostly kept contained in Jareth’s presence and let out in small careful increments around me. He had opinions about the chickens. He had opinions about most things, delivered in the dry understated manner of a man who had learned that the best jokes were the ones that looked like straight-faced observations.

He flicked a little fire in his palm. "What did you do before you were a lab rat though?" Jack paused for a long time, trying to decide if he should reveal anything too personal. Finally he said, "I was an ecologist's assistant. Since I was human, I wasn't allowed to be an ecologist, but I was better at it than the professor I worked for. A few of my opinions of what the hybrids did to this planet didn't jive too well with the university. They threw me into the research lab for that."