Novelas y relatos de Jack Of Hearts

Kade cut me off. I couldn’t even speak. Morgan was probably about to run out of here, screaming her fucking head off. Any second now. “Okay.” WHAT?! “Why did you say, Morgan?” I asked. “I said okay. I’ve seen Twilight, and you know how I felt about Jacob. There’s no fucking way these four guys could be anything but werewolves. They’re too big and muscular and downright sexy as hell. So … okay.” She looked back at Kade and gave him a sly grin. “Kade, Beta of the Blue Moon pack and my supposed mate, let’s do this thing.”

Maxwell. My heart skipped a beat when the realization struck. His arm was draped firmly across my waist, paining me in a protective embrace. I wanted to push away, to remind myself of all the reasons I shouldn’t be here at this moment, but I couldn’t. My body was too relaxed, two at peace. I sank deeper into the comfort, my hand instinctively brushing against his chest. The steady redeem of his heartbeat pulsed beneath my palm, soothing me in ways I couldn’t explain. My fingers trailed lazily across the lines of his chest, memorizing the warmth, the texture, the safety.

Instead of happiness, all I feel is pain pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. With shaky hands, I sit down on the couch and begin unwrapping the first gift. It was Jude’s present. My heart races, my emotions raw. Inside, I find something that makes my tears fall harder, my favorite watch. The very watch I had admired countless times, always dreaming of owning one someday. And Jude, Jude had made it happen for me, today, on my special day. I hold the watch carefully, my vision blurred with tears. Then I notice the note. My fingers tremble as I unfold it and read the words written in his familiar handwriting.

It was ajar again… and she was gone. The blackout deepened, as if someone had cut more than just the overhead emergency light. Even the hum of the servers grew weaker, a strange, unnatural fade. Then the faintest glow appeared across the room—red, small, but moving. A laser dot. It landed on Jax’s chest. Leo didn’t think—he moved. One hand slammed into Jax’s shoulder, shoving him hard to the side just as the muted pfft of another suppressed shot cut through the dark.

James shook his head. "I'm sorry… I know you'd be devastated if you saw his body, so I had him cremated." But he wasn't. He was just worried that I'd see our son's hollowed chest, missing a heart. I fought back my hatred as I stared at the lopsided bracelet on James' wrist. It was Stan's gift to him. James had often suffered from insomnia back then, so Stan learned how to make one of those Kabbalah bracelets and gave it to him.

Nolan stood across from me, his eyes holding no love, only a greedy hunger for power. Skylar sat in the front row of the guest section, watching me with the triumphant, provocative smirk of a woman who had already won. Magnus’s solemn voice rang out. “The blood resonance will now begin!” Guards presented an ancient stone box. Inside, resting quietly, was a faintly pulsing, dark-red crystal—the Heart of the Pack. Two guards held my arms, pinning me in place. An elder drew a silver knife across my wrist. Blood dripped.

Jackie stopped reading. She wanted to do several things at the moment. She wanted to cry. She wanted to go after him and Jackie craved to love him. “Do you want me to finish it?” Billy asked. Jackie gave him the card. “The roses represent the sweet smell of you that I have and will always miss. The charm for the bracelet, that I hope you still have, represents my heart. You will always have a piece of my heart, Jacquelyn. Take care, Nick,” Billy concluded and closed the card.

Joker looks at her like she has kicked his puppy, and she rolls her eyes. "You get five minutes. Then you have to let him out." Queenie states while speaking in low tones so Jack would be unaware of her part before she leaves the room, back to the conspiracy theory room. After watching Joker torment our resident Jack-in-the-box for five minutes, dropping, rolling, and twisting Jack from within. Soon as the five minutes are up, Joker fulfills Queenie's wishes and pops open the side of the crate. Jack stands swaying left to right, disorientated from his time in the box. He swings haymakers at Joker while Joker laughs while dodging his punches.

"Dexter Grimshaw!" Timothy shouted. Timothy's eyes flashed with intense focus as he suddenly turned toward a large boulder. Sure enough, a figure now stood atop it. It was a short, middle-aged man with dark, withered skin whose appearance could make one's stomach turn. His beady eyes radiated a bone-chilling gleam. Even without looking, Timothy would have recognized the Jack of Hearts from Thirteen Aces by his voice alone. "So you've shown up with your elite squad. It seems someone really did sell me out! Never mind, it actually helps clear up some questions I had," Dexter mocked.