Jack Manifold Novels & Stories

"In here! My leg is pinned under the main crossbeam! The roof is pressing down!" Cassian jumped into the mud, assessing the structure in seconds. "The main tree trunk is resting on the outer wall post, but the side joists are shifting! Owen, get the heavy hydraulic jack under that central beam! Elowen, stay on the clear side and guide the flashlight!"

I got out of the car and he was right, it was closed. " Maybe they are still inside, let's check on the back." I said and we went out to the back. There was a fence and I could see the SUV. " Looks like you are right..." Jack said. " Now what? We don't have the keys." I said. " Let me handle this. " Jack said. He went into his pocket and took out a money pin and picked the lock, he opened up for us. We went to the door and it slightly opened.

“I don’t want to die. I don’t want to—” “I know,” Jack repeated, more firmly. “Listen to me, Lira. You have to do exactly what I say.” She nodded rapidly. “Anything.” Jack glanced over his shoulder, then pulled a small object from inside his sleeve like a thin metal pick, barely visible in the dim light. Her eyes widened. “You’re—” “Quiet,” he whispered. He knelt, working quickly at the lock. Every scrape of metal against iron sounded thunderous in his ears. His fingers were steady despite the sweat slicking his palms.

"But you already know the hiding spot." Michael grabs one special silver key shaped like a howling wolf and gives it to Joe. Then he pulls Joe toward a massive matte-black armor carriage sitting on a stone platform—the same one that almost got Joe caught by the guards last month. Joe looks at the new silver plate on the side and gasps. It says: LUNA JACKSON. "Jackie Jackson built it for you," Michael says. "It does not have the Hale Wolf Riders Guild marks because it is a special gift for you. It has a tiny J and J marked on the door. It is fully armored against enemy spears." Joe frowns, doing the math in his head. The elders announced their bond two moons ago, but a heavy royal carriage ta

But I did none of that. "Sit tight." I opened the door and dropped onto the gravel driveway. The crunch beneath my feet was as familiar as the smell in the air. This was life in the country. By the time I rounded the hood, Jack had already pulled the bed cover back and had the wheelchair out. He fiddled with it, trying to get it to open. Before he got frustrated, I stopped him. "Jack." He jerked the handles unsuccessfully and used his foot to try to pry apart the bottom, effectively ignoring me.

I saw the speedometer strike one sixty. I held onto the door handle, my heart beating out of my chest. From the rearview mirror, I could see a strong black pick up with beaming headlights trying to come closer. Jack drove manically, trying to get away from the truck. "What is happening?" I whispered. Before Jack could answer, there was another violent jab, and the car lost its balance. I felt like my world was upside down, but I realized the car had spun. His dark eyes met mine for a second before his arms went around me in a safe circle. There was a last forceful impact with which we collided against something very hard and the windshield shattered and the last thing I remember was Jack's a

Jack angrily ordered when opened the door and sat in the driver seat with gritted teeth and his still black eyes. -"I'm good." I didn't look at him only looked through my door's window and in the mirror, I saw when another man came near Manny, he was the same man whom Manny did a wolf tattoo on his back, they looked familiar but Manny had a blond hair and other man had black and he hadn't a beard as Manny's. But Jack with his quick speed took my seatbelt and locked it with my body. He moved so fast and with so much anger that I jumped in surprise from it. I hate when he is doing that.

Only when he presses too hard and I wince a little does he draw his hand back. "I'm sorry," he says, looking away. When he speaks again, his voice is rough. "I just don't know what I'd do if anything else happened to you." Before I can respond, he grabs the toolbox out of my hand. "This," he says, reaching inside, "is a jack. It's used to support the car while we change the tire." I'm still trying to recover from the last thing he said. I can hardly keep up with the sudden subject change.

Chuck held out his hand to give me something and reluctantly I held mine out to receive the object. In the palm of my hand Chuck placed a lug nut, basically a large nut that hold a tire in place on the vehicle. Since I am not mechanically inclined at all I was very confused by his actions, and I glanced over at my car to see if there were any clues that I could pick up on. Unfortunately, my car was barely jacked up off the ground and it still had all four wheels on it so now I was overly confused. Thankfully, Jayce took the hint and started to explain. “Chuck was able to take that off with his hand.” Jayce started out. While I knew that usually you would need a large wrench to take them off,

Jack let her do it on her own a few times so that she became comfortable doing it when he wasn’t home. “One more thing.” “There’s more???” Mira’s eyes widened in surprise; she couldn’t believe there could be anything the stand lacked. It was perfect. “Um” Jack smiled as he pointed at the wooden wheels that were hidden on the bottom “you can push this to wherever you want to sit and work.” He put this in as he realized that the weight of the stand had increased considerably with all the additional changes he made. Mira pushed the stand around with a proud smile like a child exploring a new toy.