Jack Reacher Novels & Stories

But the deeper I dug, the more I needed to see it for myself. Then he stepped into the cage. Jax Rivera. Twenty-seven. Underground legend. Tall, ripped, covered in scars and tattoos that told stories of every fight he had survived. Short black hair, sharp jaw, and eyes that looked like they had already decided how he was going to destroy his opponent. His body was pure power — broad shoulders, thick arms, abs carved like stone, and powerful legs that moved like a predator.

When I get there the guys are already here Carson is already in the Pool the friend who's name is Ryan is hot dark mocha skin ,inky black hair and dark eyes Maybe he will work well in my stage two plan to seduce Mr Parker. "Hello Children " I coo Julie splashes water at me "Witch took you long enough " it's 11 am in the morning we could have done this in the afternoon " it's hot as the devil's balls so it's a good time " I laugh "you will know the devil's balls now will you Julie " Kaylee laughs.

The man is like a unicorn, he shits rainbows and glitter and he is a mass murderer? “You?” I finally let out and he shrugged his shoulder, then his eyes moved from me to Wyatt and I stepped back, watching them. It’s like they are having a fucking entire conversation without talking. Another man walks towards us and when his mask comes off, I almost faint. Jagger. Okay, he would make more sense of being a killer than Dash. Jagger is moody as fuck. I think I’ve never seen him smile, and the way he looks at people… Argh, a chill down my spine makes me watch their interaction. “I found Leia, she was hiding in an underground bunker,” Jagger says and both Dash and Wyatt nod their heads.

His build was huge, and he had a long scar running down his bicep. "Were here to visit family. My brother's the Beta." I replied, looking at each of their faces. There really wasn't anyone here that I recognized. Had the pack grown in the time that I was gone? "Beta Drake?" The man had a confused look on his face. "What? No, Beta Sean." I scowled. Since when did Tyler have a Beta named Drake? I wondered if everything was okay with Sean's position in the pack. You typically have to do something really bad to lose your position like that.

Jake Morrison's voice booms down the hallway, cutting off whatever Liza was about to say. Our wide receiver jogs up with that shit-eating grin he wears when he thinks he's about to make my day. He’s one of the four humans on the Dallas Titans, and the only guy who doesn’t address me with authority as his captain. "Dude, you hit the lottery getting the first interview. The reporter they sent? She's like the next Megan Fox. I swear to God, she’s a total smoke show." I adjust the small microphone clipped to the lapel of my jacket, Jake's comments not improving my already sour mood about this entire shitshow.

“Josiah highly recommended him, said he’d done an excellent job the last couple of years in Comfort.” Kane stuck out his hand. “But I was looking to make a change. Some folks call me Scout. But as long as you don’t call me motherfucker, I’ll probably answer.” Zy tamped down his impatience to get the bosses alone and clapped his hand in the other guy’s. “I’m Chase Garrett. You’ve probably heard everyone call me Zyron.” “Yep. Good to see you again.” “Got everything you need?” Joaquin asked the former deputy.

Or am I just projecting because it's been six months since I touched a woman, and she happened to smell like heaven wrapped in terrycloth? My phone buzzes again. This time it's a text from my teammate and only real friend on the team, Jackson Morrison. ~How's the new place?~ ~Quiet,~ I text back. Jack's been checking on me since the trade went through. He's one of the few guys in this league who gives a shit about anything beyond stats and playoff runs. Maybe because he's been through his own hell...lost his dad in a car accident in his rookie year, struggled with depression, came back stronger. Or maybe he's just a decent human being, which is rarer than you'd think in professional sports.

"Just keeping score." Jack's face contorted in confusion as she answered the phone. "Hi, Grandpa," Emma said, watching her soon-to-be-ex-husband walk out. "Yes, I saw the game. Listen, I think I'm ready to take you up on that job offer after all." The job Jack thought was just some entry-level position at Mitchell Industries—owned by her grandfather, Franklin Mitchell, billionaire and majority owner of the Boston Blades hockey franchise. As the front door slammed shut, Emma finally opened the envelope. Beneath the legal jargon was one simple truth: Jack Reynolds had just made the biggest mistake of his career.

"I’ll find him. I’ll track him down, I promise. Just give me a few days." --- A week later, Jack returned with news. He had tracked down the former Gamma, an older man who had retired to a small house just outside the pack’s borders. His name was Gregor, and from the way Jack spoke about him, it seemed like the Gamma had been hard to find—living off the grid, hiding away from the past he had helped create.

Instead, he primly cleared his throat and stepped forward. ​ “I think we may have started off on the wrong foot. My name is Jack Williams,” he walked up to her and presented his hand for shaking. “I’m the Red Moon Pack’s Chief Healer. My only priority today is to make sure that you’re back to feeling good as new.” ​ Ava looked at his outstretched hand and scoffed. “No thanks. I think the humans have everything under control.” ​ As far as Ava was concerned, anyone associated with the Red Moon Pack was bad news. She didn’t know whether or not Jack realized who she was, but she wasn’t interested in letting the healer anywhere near her body.