Jack Reacher 3 Novels & Stories

my phone beeped, and I furrowed my brows, bringing the phone to my face and saw that the battery was dead. "Darn it," I grumbled and quickly plugged the phone into my charger. Slowly, I got up and walked up to Jack. I could feel his body tense, the light from his phone illuminating his face. "Jack," I muttered under my breath, my hand creeping up on his shoulder. He jerked, and I frowned, then folded my hands. "Okay, what did I do?" I finally asked, and he sighed and pushed his phone into his pocket. "Nothing."

Third person’s POV “The balance has to be restored, everything has to go back to how it was supposed to be. The balance has to be restored.” Sudden chants are heard deep in the forest as the Ice moon pack members gather for games and fun as they compete under the moonlight. The voice starts as a whisper, but grows in time. Since everyone is busy cheering the wolf's who are testing each others' strength in a fight, they don't hear it at first. Zama is in the woods already in the arms of the Beta of Riverside pack.

Since it was my last day in this world, I mustered the courage to jog to him. But as I approached, I saw him frowning while speaking to someone on the phone. When he saw me, a hint of wariness flickered in his eyes. He said, "Got it." Then, he hung up and stalked toward me. I wanted to ask him to have dinner with me that night, but the look in his eyes made me hold myself back. He snarled, "Keep your dirty thoughts to yourself if you want to remain a member of the Jensen family, Holly. I'll show you what hell on earth is like if you dare do anything to Pheebs."

The thought of me going into labor alone was apparently unacceptable to them. So, we’ve decided to turn this into something fun. Today, they’re stepping into the roles of my characters—Jackson, the ruthless mafia Don; Dolton, the unhinged serial killer; and Hunter, the possessive stalker. Demitri is Jackson, looking sharp and dangerous in his tailored suit. Lucas, as Dolton, wears tactical gear with a black army vest, exuding a menacing energy. And Blake, of course, is Hunter, dressed in dark, almost camouflaging clothes, as if he’s ready to disappear into the shadows at any moment. As I settle in, a young woman steps forward, her eyes lighting up when she sees me. She looks between the book

As I held my feverish daughter in one arm and stood in a kitchen that reeked of acrid smell, I stared at the empty snack packets piling up on the floor and then at the photos of Edwin and Diana. I'd reached my breaking point. I clutched Primily tightly and stormed out the door. Betty's shrill voice chased after me. "Where do you think you're going? You have nowhere to run to, you orphan! My son will never look for you! You and that useless brat will come crawling back anyway!" I held onto the winning lottery ticket in my pocket, determined to seize the chance to start over.

Reaching the third floor they stood behind the door that led from the stairwell into the corridor, tensed and ready to run as Camron mind-linked Delta Crozier. “Get ready, we’re coming in.” “I’m ready.” came the faint answer. “Go.” commanded Camron, worried about how weak Delta Crozier sounded as the four giant men sped along the corridor.

She searched his face for exaggeration, but Tank’s eyes were steady, his tone simple. “That’s Tank for you,” Hawk muttered, shaking his head. “Looks like a grizzly, heart like a damn teddy bear.” The laughter that followed was rough, genuine. ________________ Hawk tipped his head back, blowing smoke into the night. “Fine. My turn. Out on the I-40 run couple years ago, Jackals thought they could tail us. I cut back on ‘em, made ‘em eat gravel. You should’ve seen the look on that bastard’s face when his bike slid out.”

The cuts stung immediately, covering my arms with bright red gashes. “Oops,” Rebecca smirked, her dark eyes devoid of remorse. “I was just trying to show you the service entrance and my hand slipped. It’s back there, by the way,” she pointed to the service dock, where medical supplies are delivered. “This path is for students, not janitors.”

I spin, pointing it straight at his throat, refusing to be defenseless. Now I see him fully. Those same piercing green eyes. That strong jaw. The same man from earlier, the one who pulled me close during our spar, the one who made my wolf restless. And gods help me, I feel it again. The bond. Stronger than before. The door slams open. “Brother” one of his brother’s voice cuts off as he takes in the scene. I think this one is Tyler. The third brother is right behind him. They both stare at us with wide eyes.

"You animal! Just how much did Jovana pay you to keep this act up? Spit it out now! Where is she?" As he spoke, he picked up a long stick from the ground and used it to whack the homeless man. Blood instantly streamed down the man's face. But still looking indignant, he dragged himself toward the pear tree. Andrew's gaze followed his movement. For some reason, the pear tree felt familiar. He trudged toward the tree, reaching out to touch it. Just then, a voice rang out from the entrance. "I know where Jovana is."