Jack Of Hearts Novels & Stories

The atmosphere became even more lively, but before the cheers could escalate, Jackson, seated beside Candice, let out a sigh. "Candy, you're really lucky." After his remark, Jackson revealed his card, announcing, "I have the 3 of Diamonds." Sieg was quick to whistle and jest, "Jack, I can't help you with this; just go for the kiss; I'll keep an eye out for you." Unperturbed, Candice pointed out, "What about the 8 of Hearts?" A lazy, cool voice interjected from the side, "That's mine." Candice hesitated, then turned to see Alex beside her, holding the 8 of Hearts.

He never looked at her, he only stared down, and he becomes a mute instantly. Zitrey clicked her tongue from his reaction, she clutched her hand, ‘Why won't you look at me?’ in mad she swift her attention towards Cederick. “Sadly, we won your Jack's Game Cederick.” she uttered. But her eyes suddenly glued on Cederick's collarbone. She saw something on it that looks familiar. Without further ado, she pushed Nathan to the side who was still pinning him and rip Cedericks top and instantly saw a card tattoo of a reaper the same thing as what Joker has, though, on his, he has only the letter ‘J’ written on it.

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.

But I need to try. * * * * * * * * * By the time I reach her gate, my palms are sweaty, and my heart feels like it’s beating out of my chest. I stand there for a moment, staring at the metal gate as if it is the only thing standing between me and redemption. My hand shakes as I finally knock.

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.

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.

Today is the day: he has kept his feelings bottled up for too long, and he's finally ready to let them spill. He parks in front of her townhouse, steps out, smoothes his jacket, and then reaches for the gifts. His heart pounds inside his chest, the every beat thunderously drumming his nervous anticipation. He has never been good at proclaiming himself, especially in matters concerning the heart, but Elena deserves nothing less than the truth.