Jack Slash Novels & Stories

If Oscar refused to let them in, how would Charlie be able to help Jasmine? As he thought about it, Albert suddenly blurted out, “Uncle Oscar, have you heard about Jack Yaleman? He was also a Feng Shui master who was extremely arrogant, but when he overstepped his boundaries in Aurous Hill, Mr. Wade was the one who called for thunder and lightning to strike him to death!” Oscar was dumbfounded after listening to Albert. He then looked at Charlie in awe. He had already heard about what had happened to Jack.

I looked down at my shoes as I tapped my feet away. Only God knows what he's doing now, if he's inside, then why do I have to wait this long? He's such an arrogant prick. I heard footfall and then shoes, very expensive brown shoes step in front of me. I slowly look up, from blue pants up to blue suit jacket, knuckle rings covered hand, very expensive watch and a hard, expressionless, dead hazel eyes staring down at me. My lips slightly part as I swallow hard

Alpha Nicholas While Robbie's Link could have come at a better time, I'm not angry at him. Now, if he had interrupted my chance at round two just to inform me of something completely useless then I would personally kick his ass but this... what he needs right now, it won't get pushed aside. No chance.

he cackled till blood spurt out from his mouth. “You will never know…..” his breathing slowed. I slapped him hard and shook him violently. “Don't you dare die” I whispered through gritted teeth. “I have no choice” I looked up at Lukas. “I have to go through his memories” “You can do that” “I can cast the spell but I've never done it before” I knelt, and dipped my hand into his hair. His scream was raw and agonizing and he convulsed wildly. I plunged myself into his memories trying to find the one I needed to see.

“Luckily for you, she’s not a half-wolf who’s just about to go through the transition ... oh, wait...” “Piss off, Jack.” “I remember when I was first bitten. I didn’t leave my bed for a week.” “Spend some quality time with your right hand, did you?” Jack laughs as he stands. “And the left.” He walks over to Blake and clasps his shoulder. Concern flickers across his expression. “Learn to block it out or it’ll drive you insane.” Blake grunts, and Jack strolls to the door of the chapel. “Get some rest,” says Jack.

She looked curiously around wondering how he can afford this new place. Jack had timed Jazz’s behavior. He barely slept last night needing to watch her constantly. The moment he realized where she was…. Fruits of the Forest, the company his British street wanted him to invest him. Once he understood the core principals, he denied funding. But apparently the man somehow managed to get his crazy idea of the ground. The only reason he wasn’t a successful subject was because the cold water of the sprinklers woke him from the trance. But the fact that it works, somehow, he had indigested a little of the fluid.

A prince in a castle made of rotting wood. "Snap out of it, Moretti," I said to myself, adjusting the grip on my stick. The carbon fiber was cold, sleek, and cost more than most people’s morgage rent. I looked across the red line. And there he was. Jaxson Vane. If I was the league’s "Golden Boy," Jaxson was the "Devil" sent to drag it to hell. He was a six-foot-four wall of muscle and bad intentions, draped in a Rangers jersey that looked like it was struggling to contain him. He wasn't even looking at the puck. He was looking at me.

*CLANG. The sound of metal on light vibrated through the air. I opened my eyes to see Jack the Noir Man standing in front of me. He was tiny compared to the Sentry, a black-and-white smudge in a world of neon color, but he was holding his grayscale revolver sideways, blocking the blade with a shield of solidified ink. "I’ve lived in the trash for fifty years, kid!" Jack yelled, his voice crackling with static. "I’m not letting some glorified office-supply giant delete the only interesting thing to happen to this server since 1998!"

The two guards whispered quickly in Jack's ear, and he shoved away the woman draped across his lap and studied Andrew with sharp eyes. "So, you're Mr. Andrew Lloyd of Gabo Creek?" Andrew smiled politely. "That's right. I hope I'm not intruding." Jack's fleshy face lit up with excitement. "Not at all. Having you in my humble place is an honor! Mr. Lloyd, you're incredible! Anyone who can fight his way out of Goldridge and crush that piece of shit leader from Hidden Dragon deserves my respect. I'm Jack Moss, also known as Big Jack." The nickname 'Big Jack' caught Andrew off guard, but looking at the man's size, it fit too perfectly.

I asked. “Jackson is the city's bad boy. He runs some of the best clubs in the city. Jace on the other hand is into helping start-ups. He buys a significant amount of their shares. Sometimes it's a good deal, other times, it fails.” I nodded as she explained things to me. I signaled to the workers that I was ready for my own mask and cucumber slices. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, trying to relax. “Jaxon looks a bit tired,” I commented absent-mindedly.