Jack Reacher Novels & Stories

She tells me. “Hey, I love Black Ops stuff. Have you watched Jack Reacher, it’s another one of my favorite shows?” “Oh. My. God. Yes, I love the Reacher series. Fuck he’s so hot, right.” She says and blushes. I chuckle. “Not that I have a man crush or anything, darlin’ but yes, he is a good looking guy. I can see why the ladies love him and with his buff body.” “He must spend more hours in the gym than you.” Immi finishes her toast and moves the tray to the side. I grab it and place it on the floor so we can properly snuggle in together.

She’d managed to finish her food before either one of the guys, quite the feat. “He took his old job back,” Jack replied. “Park Ranger.” “Shut up!” Chase said. “That’s dumb.” “I told you, I think he’s looking for something—anything—to tell him what happened that day.” “Well, he’s not going to find it,” Bridge muttered. “And the girl?” “What about her?” Again, Jack felt his body attempting to suck in air that didn’t seem to settle into his lungs quite as it should. “Do you think she has any idea?”

Few of them had a huge crush on Esha – her dimpled cheek, lean figure and glistening eyes warranted nothing less. At a distance, tyres screeched loudly, and the spectators in the badminton court evaporated before Rishabh’s eyes. There was a loud crunch of gravel as a figure rushed towards the entrance door. It was Inspector Rashid, the highest-ranking police officer in Palampur. He was a small man with a broad chest and muscular arms. The full-rimmed black spectacles on his round face added a degree of suaveness to his personality. He was in his early fifties and inclined to be lazy, but like all lazy people who excel in coming up with cunning shortcuts, the inspector too was intelligent. Hi

"Walker- you won't believe whom I shared homeroom with. Luke- who else? Jenner. Walker- LMFAO. Jenner? Really? Mate, I discarded that scum moments ago. Luke- Fucking bastard. He sent a laughing Emoji. Luke- you broke jenner's heart, you mean to say? Walker- Whatever mate, you're spoiling the fun. Guess who? Luke- She was my last guess. You tell me who? Walker- remember the girl from earlier? The one with a nice butt and a fine face. Luke- Waoh. Way to go mate. You talking about the girl you bumped into on purpose? Walker- Think what you want. But yeah, it's her.

" And he cut me off even before I completed my statement. "IKHLAS?" He cut me off, looking very surprised. "You mean that you met that Ikhlas ?" "How did you know?" I asked him. "Well Ikhlas is the only person you will be this happy to meet" he replied with a shrug. "Yes Yaya I finally met her again, she came back to me Yaya am so happy" I squealed happily, jumping up and down bubbly that I almost fell. " Easy there Hajiya" he said, holding me in place, earning a chuckle from me.

He was only in first grade and already he was reported to the principal for fighting. The family of three had moved out of the mansion and to the little town close by. There Tyler owned a garage and Raymond went to school. Jack worked with Jason, supplying organizations and druglords with ammunition. He had successfully turned a group of rookies to an army of highly skilled shooters. He helped Jason back to his feet and was always there for him. Jason was back in business but that didn't mean the pain in his heart was healed. That didn't mean the void in his chest was filled. He tried looking for love, he even tried paying for sex but in the end, he couldn't even undress for the woman.

Nathan cursed again. "Why are you so worked up? Nicklaus Hunter won't bother Security Black. Let him do whatever he wants. That old man will be dead soon anyway. His son is useless. They won't dare to cause trouble in other countries openly. They only dare to play in their own backyard," Jack replied casually. Nathan and Brad exchanged glances before looking at Jack with furrowed brows. "Why do you know so much about him?" Brad asked. "He's my adoptive grandfather. Of course I know his background. Even though my father thought I'd never met that old man, I secretly visited him often. He's not as tough as he's been portrayed."

Jett POV The short trip to Los Angeles gave me enough time to think up all sorts of wrong reasons why Richard Wolfe would send people to track the little bird. None of them made sense, but I was no less alarmed when I reached Forest Moon. I rose and stomped out of the plane as soon as it touched the pack's landing field. One of Alpha Nick's warriors approached as I was climbing down the stairs. He was the Deputy Chief Gamma. Killian Forrest. There were others with him whose names I didn't quite know.

I initially thought that I was going to have to live under the claws of an 80-year-old woman for the rest of my life; instead, I was looking at a literal goddess. It felt so surreal that I thought I was dreaming. "Rey." The young woman walked up to me and called me gently. Her voice sounded vaguely familiar to me. I also thought that her facial features seemed very familiar. However, my memories were a blur, and I couldn't recall where I'd seen her before. The old woman then cleared her throat, shattering the stunned silence. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Diana Campbell, and I'm currently the head of the Blackwell family here in Sheaton. And this young woman here is my granddaughter,

Veronica. A half hour later, we pulled up in front of the clubhouse. We climbed off Jaguar’s bike. “Just relax,” he said to me. “It’s going to be okay.” “I’m relaxed.” “Good. Jetter used to be a member of our club back before he defected and became the leader of the Rebels.” “Really?” I asked, surprised. “Really. Him and Phoenix have history.” “What kind of history?” “The sort you don’t ask about,” he said. “Come on.”