Jack Reacher Novels & Stories

"Enough with this nonsense guys." said Jack looking at his band mates who are making fun of him as he got into yet another scandal with a female idol, couple of days ago. "Don’t be grumpy Jack. Look at the gossips. Oh My God! your fans are scolding that poor girl as she is in scandal with you. I pity her" said Zach McQueen one of his band mates. He is closest to Jack. Zach is also known as 'THUNDER' by fans. His voice is so deep and sexy, so they named him Thunder.

Drake makes a thunderous howl as he sees the leader of the Hunters hurt Emily again and again with a metal chain. 'Drake. . . let them hurt me,' Emily entered his mind again. 'Let them torture me. . . just run away from the forest, save yourself,' Emily added weakly. 'No! Stop commanding me, Emily! That's not the only thing you get from me once I bring you back to the mansion!' he sounded mad, with no emotions at all. Drake killed the hunter mercilessly. He didn't let them escape from his raging eyes. He keeps on beheading those hunters who tried to get his way.

He might not have any ties with Jaden, but he had heard of him. He did not know who Jaden was, but he had felt fear when Jaden had stood in front of him. Jaden was famous within Mediterrania and was known as the 'living reaper', who could make an action and leave shockwaves all across the city. When compared to Doug Buck that Clark had encountered back in the hotel, Jaden was on an entirely different level. Yet, Jaden's current appearance seemed a lot more different than the image painted in his mind through the stories he had heard.

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.

Jack shot from behind Reynolds. I stood up straight. "This bastard just asked for a matching black eye."

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.

"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.