Jack Slash Novels & Stories

Knight didn’t know the name of the bar he ended up in, only that it catered to the techie elite, business-oriented and political types, not your Average Joe or those in the military, and it had a solid selection of brand-name whiskey he’d been drinking like water for the past hour. Shame he didn’t feel anywhere close to drunk, but he rather thought he could make it to buzzed if he emptied another bottle or two of Macallan twenty-five years.

he asks, stepping back. It’s like the world around us whooshes in again, and I can feel my heartbeat in my ears as I try to regain my composure, cheeks flushing as I spin back around to face Kyla. She’s already in position across from me, giving me a knowing grin. The little shit. We go again, and I don’t think I really do anything different the second time around, but Jax nods in approval. “Looking good, keep it up,” he says casually, eye-fucking the shit outta me before he turns to walk away to observe the other recruits.

Jaxson manages to use his mind link of Caleb, but only because they are all in wolf form, normally wolves can’t mind link each other if they are from different packs. “I will never give up my place as Alpha! You will have to kill me!” “Then you leave me no other choice.” With those final words, Jaxson closes his jaw and give a mighty pull and when Caleb is no longer moving or breathing, they hear an ear-piercing scream from the front door and when they all look up, they all see Jackie standing there with a look of utter sadness on her face and she crumbles to her knees and tears begin to fall down her face.

Harvey raised his sword and blocked Jacknife’s slash at unbelievable timing, causing him to miss. “You b*stard!” Jacknife was utterly enraged after all of his attacks missed. He held his sword with both hands and stepped forward before splitting the wind in half. “Zephyr Slash!” Harvey’s pupils shrunk. “You’re an Islander?!” he asked while frowning. He used the Zephyr Slash, a killer move from the Island Nations. Jacknife completely ignored Harvey and swung his sword at lightning speed, as if he was going to cut Harvey in half.

The worst part is that I don't know if he deserves to know about the mistake Nathaniel and I made. So, without compromising further, I marched back to the car and let Nathaniel have his survey of the area of the crime scene. For what it's worth, I know Joshua and Justine are alive and residing in Chicago. All I have to do is to search for Jack Clarkson's address. Thirty minutes later, Nathaniel hopped back to the car, carrying a bunch of stuff that can confirm Joshua and Justine's existence in Chicago. "Jack Clarkson works as an attendant to Doc Ross' animal clinic for a month and three days now. And, what's more interesting aside from that is that you and his little Joshua went to the same

And this time, it ended faster than she expected. As they walked on the sidewalk, looking for a taxi, a man slapped Jade's butt. He had an evil smirk on his face as he eyed Jade lustfully. Placing his hand on her hair, he brazenly asked her to name her price. Shawn wanted to fight him but Jade told him not to. She simply brushed off his hand and walked away.

Apologizing was usually not Jack's speed but he was quickly learning that if you wanted to live with a woman you had to know how to apologize and he was quickly mastering the art, even though he didn't mean it sometimes. Jack was thoroughly relieved when he heard the final click of the door as Jess left the house. He was happy to be alone, that way, you didn't have to worry about upsetting anybody with his foul mood. He settled back into the couch to enjoy his whiskey but his relief was short-lived as the doorbell rang almost immediately. That can't be Jess, he thought to himself. She knew the combination to unlock the door, there was no way she was ringing the doorbell after she was gone on

“Cute trick. Almost worked.” He stood and walked over to a concrete block on the floor. “Wait, what are you doing?!” she cried, trying to stand. “Solving a problem,” Jasper said coldly. And then, CRUNCH. His boot came down hard on the flash drive. Once. Twice. Until there was nothing left but shattered plastic and twisted metal. Tasha screamed. “No! You bastard! That was the only proof, !” “Exactly,” Jasper snapped. “Now either way, you’re dead. And only I can help you.”

She phoned him, and he answered, "mom, I am safe." “Ok, please come home because they are shooting.” Joshua, not being afraid because he has his dad's blood, replied to his mom, “I promise I will be fine.” Suddenly there came a Ford Sierra speeding and shooting in the lane. Joshua was standing there when he suddenly recognized the person; they called him Plank. He has the number twenty-seven. The number twenty-seven in jail is the killer who does the twenty-six and twenty-eight’s work.

"What's your take?" Xylos struggled to speak, but no words came out, just a helpless groan. Jack's chuckle filled the room. "Trying to talk?" "Ahh..." "Don't worry, I'll fill you in bit by bit," Jack said, peeling an apple with a knowing smile as he looked at Xylos. "Jamie sure talked a lot, but he got one thing wrong. The first person on my list is Jeff." "You..."