Jack Reacher Series Novels & Stories

He made his way over to her house and slipped in through the open door. Jake stepped over the strewn cushions from the sofa toward the voices in Klara’s bedroom. Jamie’s room was turned upside down, and he stepped inside the master bedroom, his gun aimed at the two men busy rummaging through her drawers. “You picked the wrong house to break into,” Jake said in a low voice. The two men turned around abruptly but only one of them lifted his hands. The other man shook his head and took a step closer to Jake. “What are you looking for?” Jake asked, having already seen the edges of the Reaper tattoo on his arm.

Hijack: No, just you. That confirms my suspicion that he’s monitoring her now, too. I’m glad, knowing that Stellan was targeting her. I make a mental note to tell her that her vehicle is monitored by Hijack so she doesn’t find out from someone else. Me: Do you know who it is? Hijack: I’m working on that now. Between Tracker, watching prison tapes, and now hunting this asshole, it’s been a busy day. Me: How is Tracker doing? Hijack: Better now that Raptor is awake. I understand he’s not very alert, but he’s opened his eyes and sipped some water.

Gamma Jack "JACK!" Cal's bellowing voice drags me back to reality. I haven't heard a word that he has said for goddess only knows how long because my mind has been on Hailey and Coby and how much I want to kill them. I'm sitting in his office with Ashley and Liam plus a few of our top warriors who have been out personally searching day and night for the pair of bastards.

Whether it's Adam, David or the guards. The sound of water gurgling became clearer in Jes' ears, a great hope now emerging. Jes immediately looked for the whereabouts of the water source, she needed to recharge her strength more to continue the journey. There is hope for Jes, if she doesn't meet Adam, at least she can get out of the forest. Found a highway, so he can return to her mansion. Back to the Dawson family. Jes accelerated her footsteps even more, following the sound of the source of the water coming. It didn't take long, because Jes immediately found the source of the water. A river with a waterfall that is not too high and clear water.

Jack ran through the maze of solar towers at a steady pace, trying to keep his breathing from becoming too heavy. After five minutes, Jack sank to his knees behind a solar tower and waited. He sat on the top of a little hill and could barely see the roof of the train sticking out over the towers. The red flashing lights flickered from the other side and moans of pain were punctuated with quick single gunshots.

And Yama Ranger, on his creepy steed Nightmare, blasts away with his two six-shooters, a lever-action carbine in his third hand and his portal-opening lasso in his fourth. A second group of rescuers arrives at the scene. A few residents from the tenements round the corner and approach with caution not because of the invisible battle taking place right on top of them but at the sight of both Chester and Rina lying on the ground, the first bathed in his own blood and the second having fainted in terror. The gang leader responsible for everything stands transfixed above the bodies. The act of killing a man with his bare hands has finally registered with him and he flounders like a stage volunte

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.

The silence in the mountain safe house was heavier than the snow piling against the windows. I stood frozen in the center of the living room, the destroyed tablet still smoking on the floor where Damien had crushed it. My hand rested protectively over the swell of my belly, where our daughter kicked as if sensing the storm brewing between her parents. “Project Reaper,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me.” Damien didn’t move at first. The Reaper, the man who had once kidnapped me, broken me, then rebuilt me into his queen, looked almost… broken. His grey eyes, usually so cold and calculating, held a rare shadow of guilt.

Abruptly his hands got twisted at an odd angle and he tried to fight the invisible force but failed. The guy was thrown in the air and the next thing his back hit the tree, his bones twisting painfully as that dead body fell on the floor. Hunter stumbled wincing in pain as one of the f*ckers was able to claw at his back taking advantage of his distraction. It could be Agatha, he thought. Hunter killed the f*cker who was on top of him and that was when his eyes fell on the flicker of caramel skin behind the trees far away from him.

What the hell did just happen? The moment I locked eyes with Hunter, he was back in his human form, naked, staring at me with amusement as well as confusion in his eyes. Another face caught my eye, and I turn to see Jared, my long lost childhood friend looking up at me with nothing but fear, making me flinch. He looked at me as if I was a monster. My heart clenched. Brock slowly stood from the ground and started to clap. “Well done, sis. Your first shift,” he declared, ignoring the two men glaring daggers at the back of his head.