Jack Slash Novels & Stories

the blond man said awkwardly. He tossed his bat to the ground and turned to his crew. "Oy! What are you dumbasses waiting for? Do you really want to piss Mr. Grimwald off again? Drop your weapons!" "Yes, Boss!" the men cried in unison and let their weapons fall. "What in the actual fuck?" Kash shouted. "You're supposed to teach this asshole a lesson! Why are you chickening out?" Jackie spun, eyes wide with rage, and kicked Kash to the curb.

Summer here can go to the three digits Fahrenheit, even at night time. My eyes widened as I heard the bucket topple over, spilling the dirty water everywhere. I looked towards it, and my eyes widen to see Skylar's girlfriend, Leah laughing, "Oops, didn't see you down there, Mutt. Oh, but, then again, who can see an invisible piece of trash like you? Uggh, damn it..." she says glancing at her new white pumps, "Look at what you did? You ruined my shoes. You little bitch, do you have any idea how expensive these are?" she yells at me as if it had been my fault. She kicks me, making a big scrape on my arm, and cutting the thin fabric of my T-shirt. I was sure those were some Jimmy Choo knock-off

He unbuttoned his jeans, then slammed his back down on his bed with a sound made up of a half-sigh and half-groan. Lying on his back, Joshua pressed the back of his right forearm across his forehead and pulled his eyelids closed with a soft breath. Upon doing this, Jamie's image came alive beneath his eyelids. Joshua breathed softly again, and his nostrils tickled with traces of her cool, crisp scent. His eardrums vibrated with the ghost-like sound of her feisty hiss, and a sudden wave of adrenaline pumped through Joshua's veins as he remembered the chase from the night before.

He jerked back in surprise, and I took advantage of the opportunity to leap over the small creek and make a break for it. I forgot to account for his speed as an enforcer. Nix loomed over me and gently grabbed the scruff of my neck as he picked me up off the ground in mid-stride. He was gentle, so his grip didn't hurt much. As the forest blurred by us, he proceeded to demonstrate his speed.

His focus on the flames as they crackled and waved. “The Luna has arrived,” Odis announced. The young man turned around has dark skin and his black hair is puffy and wild. A firm strong jawline, thin lips, and sharp prominent nose. The most surprising thing is his eyes, brown eyes with a white cloud over them. The doctor is blind. “Good afternoon, Luna. My name is James Sylvester. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you,” the doctor said. “A pleasure to meet you. You seem quite…”

I was about to tell them that Derek Novak owned me and harming me would be a big mistake, but was interrupted by Husky before I could speak. “Who cares?” he spoke up. “Anyone who walks past the forest and reaches the fortress is under our mercy. I’m sure her master will thank us for teaching the insolent slave a lesson.” His finger traced one of the scratches on my legs, drawing blood with his protruding claw. He took a whiff of the blood and smiled before tasting it. He smiled. “Sweet.” It was Pitchy who seemed apprehensive. “Perhaps we shouldn’t touch her. We don’t know who owns her.” Still, his eyes were on me, his free hand running the length of my arm.

Even senior hunters like Kiara Decker, Grisha Frowler, and Akash Bakshi did not make any less of him. Jake was also famous for having a very lackadaisical personality. He detested going to events, parties, and even inter-clan meets. He rarely competed for battle tournaments and leaderboards positions. When several clans' prodigies were trying to earn a name for themselves and their clans, Jake rarely came out of his lukewarm bubble. Even his clan members were stressed about his fickle behavior. This had led others to believe that Jake Collins was a vulgar and unpleasant guy.

Knucklebones is the granddaddy of modern day Jacks and was played at the time of the Trojan Wars. "I suppose it was too much to hope that any scion of the Amazons would choose to go out like a man," Ajax muttered. I hit him. I hit him hard enough to rock him back a half step. The group mirth quieted down. "Beware Greek," I growled. "I am Cáel Wakko Ishara and my people left your body buried in the soil of Troy. We have survived all these centuries while the remnants of your children are nothing more than curiosities in museums. I will banter over my life. My kin are not to be mocked."

i said fieghing a smile. He pushed himself away from the wall to stand before me. " How is your lips? " I heard him asked softly. I look up at him and i smile " It's fine " i said before looking away. The airs around jack mayor command authority. I'm sure everyone will feel intimidated under his gaze. " It's late, sleep here " Jack said with a tone of finality. " No i can't, i have ... " " You can't go for shooting with your lips like this, I'm going to claw foot club company tomorrow anyway so our direction is pretty the same "

Jack sat back on the bar stool. His eyes were big. He ran his hands through his brown hair. Did he hear Mr. Gibson correctly? He was Henry Kingsley? No! He was Jack. He's always been Jack. This was impossible! Mr. Gibson must be wrong. He must have him confused with someone else. "Mr. Gibson, I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken. My name is Jack. I grew up at Old George Orphanage. I'm no Kingsley descendant, I'm sure of it."