Jack Reacher 4 Novels & Stories

Not while she existed. I moved to the window, looking out over the pack lands. From here, I could see the training grounds where Marcus and Zane were sparring. The gardens where Lyra and Darius still worked. The main courtyard where Kael was fixing something, his usual cheerful energy evident even from a distance. Four incredible men. Four potential futures. All of them completely devoted to one girl who didn't even seem to realize how lucky she was. My hands clenched on the windowsill. There had to be a way. Some path forward that didn't involve watching her perfect life while mine remained empty and meaningless. Some solution that would finally, finally make them see me as more than just t

Jaxon shouted, his Varg teeth showing as the silver points of the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid started to make a hissing sound against his burning fur trying to turn his flame into smoke. "Warning: variable showing non-standard heat " the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid said. Before the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid could use a power to stop Jaxons flame a silver flash cut through the air. Ryker jumped down from the ceiling like a hawk. His two short blades, heavy with weights did not hit the marble plates. Ryker drove them into the exposed silver joints of the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grids shoulder. The great weight of his shadow-anchors pulled the side of the Arbitrator of the Fourth Grid

We’ve got the rest. Maddox barked orders to two riders, his voice cutting through the night. “Take him. Build the pyre. Tonight.” They moved fast, careful hands lifting the body of the fallen packmate, respect heavy in every motion. My chest tightened, but there was no time to mourn - not yet. Calder’s hand brushed the small of my back, steadying. Jax fell in close on my other side, his shoulder brushing mine like a shield. Together, the four of them steered me forward.

Fred POV The locker room door bursts open and Thunder walks inside the room. Everyone’s eyes move to watch as he smirks and walks directly to me. His smile made me sick. Looking at him is making me want to punch the life out of him. The bruises on his face are still visible. I can see Thatcher is not really understanding what is going on, and as if it wasn’t enough for me to have to deal with that fucktard. Now I have to deal with his fucking criminal.

Jackson Taylor pulled up to the cabin at the end of the dirt road. Despite the remote location, he looked around carefully before opening the door of the SUV and climbing out. Ace’s motorcycle was already there, and Jack shook his head at the idiocy of driving a motorcycle up the mountain back roads in the winter. But he supposed that Ace had his bad-ass street cred to think about, and so the bike it was.

"At this rate, you will reach the target in approximately four and a half hours." "We do not have four and a half hours," Jack said, standing in the cramped elevator cage they had rigged inside the shaft. Katherine was beside him, her tactical suit sealed, a void-sniper rifle slung across her back. The gauntlet on Jack's left hand pulsed with a steady amber glow, the compass in his pocket vibrating against his thigh like a phone with an incoming call from God.

It was just after 8 in the morning when Hunter woke up. He looked through the office window and saw Rebecca sitting up in the bed, her head resting on her knees. Zahn and Joe had watched almost three movies on N*****x in the last 4 hours that they had been keeping watch. Zahn's battery was at 3% and there was still 22 minutes of John Wick: Chapter 4 left. “Shit.” Zahn said pausing the movie. “We're gonna have to finish it tomorrow.”

His men needed a win, and he needed one too. Four raiders rode with him today. Two on bikes, two in the battered pickup truck behind. They rolled up to the emergency entrance, glass crunching under tires. The sign above hung crooked: ST. MERCY MEDICAL CENTER. Jax killed the engine and stepped off, boots heavy on cracked concrete -- He was tall, broad through the shoulders, with a scar running down the left side of his face from some fight he barely remembered. Ex-Army. Now he took what he wanted. "Spread out," he said,"Find the drugs. And keep your eyes open for the bitch."

"What do you mean by that? You pretend you don't know us? Oh, or did you have amnesia after the accident?" "Remember this carefully!" another said. "We are masters of dorm two and loyal supporters of B4. Who was it that you swore at? Immediately correct your words, loser!" "Well, he's right. It doesn't matter if you are the brightest student in this school; if you insult Hunter Abraham and the other members of B4, then you will have to face us!" "B4!" Jonea grinned. "True to their name—BEASTS Four, the four of them are monsters!"

"I repeat, base, this is unit four. What is Gideon's ETA?" "Unit four, base," a crackling voice replied. "Gideon is three minutes out. Hold your perimeter. Do not engage if you see movement." "Yeah, easy for you to say," Recker muttered, shining his tactical flashlight into the dense tree line. His hand shook slightly, making the bright beam bounce across the wet pine branches. "You are sitting in a warm security booth. We are out here waiting to get our heads chopped off." Clipping the radio back to his tactical vest, Pike let out a heavy breath. "Just keep your eyes open, Recker. Stop whining."