Jack Reacher Book 16 Novels & Stories

I turned and faced the skinny, dark-haired girl I’d become so fond of. “Take care of my brother, Jade.” I smiled at her. She nodded somberly. And I knew it was time. “Come on.” Vanquish took my hand. Wrapping his fingers through mine. Hunter and Racer flanked us as we turned about to make our trek back to the Asara Territory. I was going home… THE END (Continued in Legend of Fury) Kksdarkerotica.com https://bit.ly/KKSdarkerotica

“I saw some daggers, bows, and knives on the Alpha’s weapon vault. You’re a twelve-year-old runt and you’re weak. At least find something, we’ll be heading out soon.” And to his commands, I nodded and watched him walk past me. I looked back to where he came from and began to trudge towards the Alpha’s mansion. I tried to mindlink any pack member that could possibly be alive and has recovered right now but there is still no response. And that’s when I accepted the truth that everyone was slaughtered. I am the only one left. A runt and now, a rogue. ***

Chapter 61 Jace POV I've been walking to and fro in my hotel room for I don’t know how long. And if only the door can talk on how many times I set my eyes on it, maybe it will scream loudly to my face to stop digging hole on it. I've been waiting for my friends Kyle and Mason, if my computation is correct, they should be here any moment. With fingers’ crossed, I hope and prayed harder that they will bring with them a piece of good news.

What could it hurt, after all? "I am a Reaver," I purred, my voice low and smooth. Roxy's eyes widened, a flicker of surprise dancing across her face. I was certain she had stumbled upon the chapters detailing my kind in the book she'd been reading. Three entire chapters were devoted to Reavers, and they were nestled near the beginning of the book. Given that she was now halfway through, I assumed she had already devoured those particular pages.

But she is a welcome fucking addition that both Titan and I enjoy. When I got back to Katrina's, she was sitting in the living room across from a man dressed in all black with a hood over his head. It was clear he didn't want to be seen or recognized. "Ramses, this is Thayne, he is the last Keeper besides myself." She said. I nodded to him and took a seat next to Katrina, putting my hand on her leg as they spoke.

Arrick turns to face his brother at the door and Jake leans into the frame casually. “Sure. Have a safe trip and try not to let her off her leash this time.” Jake smirks at me cheekily. “She’s a runner, and she hasn’t yet been chipped.” He ducks as I aim a slap at his shoulder. Gone is the commanding bossy father figure, and that annoying Carrero pain in my ass is back in his place. ***

I could not believe he was standing in front of me after so long. "Theo?" "Mom." The End... ___________________________________________________________________ Hey guys! That was book one! The next chapter starts with Book 2, The Return. Hope you guys enjoy it!

No mercy. “Reaper!” Ghost’s voice was steady, covering his flank. Jax fought forward, cutting through the desperate Vultures. A relentless force. Jax’s mind was a single, burning point of focus. Get inside. Find her. Find them both. He kicked in a flimsy side door. It splintered inward. Hinges groaned. The smell of stale oil and deep decay hit him like a physical wall. Suffocating. His boots echoed loudly on the cracked concrete floor. He moved deeper, gun raised.

Like maybe he was the only thing keeping her from drowning. He wanted to be that anchor. But tonight, he hadn’t been her anchor. He’d been her executioner. And if she ever knew the full truth — the way he’d lost control, the way he’d killed without hesitation — would she still see him as the boy who kept her safe? Or would she see him as another shadow chasing her down? The question clawed at him, deeper than the guilt. ________________ By dawn, Rhett was back on the road, the Harley eating up the miles between him and the clubhouse. The fire in Amarillo would be explained away — another trucker accident, another blaze in a lot no one cared to look twice at.

"Isabella Moretti, just like you ordered." The man turned around slowly. Grey eyes locked on mine. No warmth, no smile, just a cold calculation, like he was sizing up a new weapon. This had to be Damien Voss—the Reaper. I'd heard the name in passing from my dad's rare phone calls, but nothing prepared me for the real thing. I straightened up, ignoring how my hands shook. "You'd better have a damn good reason for dragging me out of my bed in the middle of the night. I have a life. An apartment. Students who expect me in class tomorrow."