Novel & Cerita Jack Reacher

He sent Jackson Emery to handle the cleanup. Jackson Emery had been our high school pack’s elite champion fighter. The elders used to call him 'The Behemoth' because of his monstrous physical strength, his thick muscular frame, his midnight-black fur, and those piercing sky-blue eyes. During our third winter, the pack trainers were already grooming his beast for the elite league scouts, hoping Jack would secure a high-ranking position within a major western territory. But a brutal knee-shattering blow during his final warrior trials demolished his career, forcing Jack to abandon his dreams and crawl back to finish his education at the local community outpost.

They say they can heal, but only give a good talk and show making everyone think they are being healed, but if it made mother feel better, I would do it. I stand from my desk and head for the office door. Just as I was to exit the office, I heard a commotion downstairs with growling and yelling. Quickly, I left and ran down the hall to find the source. Once I reached the main living area, I saw my uncle, Jax, and his father, Beta Raymond. Beta Raymond was holding Jax back as he growled at Colton. I looked between the two and saw a smug grin on Colton’s face. Beta Raymond was trying to calm down his son before Colton punished him.

It was fucking pathetic that she had this much effect on me. Jaxon tagged me along on a mission and asked if I could assist him. Well, it's time you knew about my relationship with Jaxon. He's a tracker who has been working for the government for 10 years, tracking down mobs and high-tech criminals. He was tracking down one of the biggest New York mob gangs, and apparently, he got shot because he went in without backup.

I still hold all the alpha meetings here like my father did. Walking over to the shower, I cut it on while waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. I chose my beta when I was 17, which is my best friend Creed. My gamma is his brother Ryan, I don’t have a delta yet, I’m not sure I will. Creed does an amazing job, he is also my strongest warrior. He trains the males in the pack while his mother Subrina trains the female wolves. My gamma does all my running when I’m either too busy to or I just don’t want to. Otherwise they both help with every decision I make. Now, I know I said I was alone in all this, even though I do have them I still feel alone. Stepping into the shower washing

32. Shadrach's True Identity Shadrach's POV Shadrach Hunter Reigns was a lesser-known name in the business world, but Samuel Jackson Reigns was a notable one. My father had a short but incredibly successful life. By his mid-30s, he had everything a man could dream of: a well-established business, a reputation as a self-made billionaire, and a loving family with a wife who supported and cherished him in every aspect of his life, along with two adorable children—my brother and me.

Once someone has latched on to Cadence, she has a hard time shaking them. I heard her two other guy friends—the aforementioned Jack Cook, ex-boyfriend and star baseball player who now attends college in Nebraska, and Jon Chancellor, who decided not to go to college. Jon is one of those guys who is always joking around about everything, and although I’ve personally never thought he was particularly funny, I guess Cadence does. She has always had a strange sense of humor.

“Come here!” “We have a newbie? Did she do it?” asks Jack, and I guess he’s talking about that stupid tradition. “You’re still alive?” he laughs and sits next to me. “I’m Jackson by the way, but everyone calls me Jack here. I’m in charge of the missions in Asia.” he smiles.

he said as he smiled at them " my name is Jack and you guys are?" " T..The Edge mercenaries I'm Dave The leader...sir " After he said his name he looked at the person standing next to him which made the person jump. ' maybe I overdid it?' Jack thought to himself but continued smiling. " I...I'm ..c...chase an assassin " and like that they all followed suit . " Lea Archer " " Marie ...priest..sir.." he tilted his head as he look at her . " preist?"

Jack interrupted. “Yes,” Rodrigo replied, “that same guy who’s caught last year in New York. He was a small-time drug dealer back then, but he expanded his business to gun smuggling in and out of the states. He’s been hiding since he got busted, Jack. How the hell did you get involved with these people?”

They all pretend this is a party, but it’s a graveyard of broken things. And I sit in the center of it all. Throne of steel wheels and leather straps, a cane balanced across my knees like a fucking scepter. A living corpse with claws. Paralyzed from the waist down, yeah—but power doesn’t bleed out your spine. It leaks from your eyes, your voice, your name. And my name? Still makes people piss themselves in corners. Jake Irwin. The fucking Reaper of the South Docks. “Where the fuck is she?” I growl, lighting a cigar and blowing the smoke in the face of a kid who just lost his third hand of poker. His lips tremble. I don’t break eye contact.