Jack Slash Novels & Stories

They were headed back into the forest, fading the further away they got from the grizzly scene. "Thanks." Chloe replied before taking off in the same direction, ignoring Sierra shouting at her to stop. — "He's stable. I've given his wolf a boost to help with the healing but he's going to be out of action for a week at least." Lucas didn't answer immediately, his blue-gold eyes watching his best friend who lay in his bed, wrapped up like a mummy and almost as pale as the sheets he lay on. There was a two year age difference between them but they had been as thick as thieves since the day they could both walk. They had served in the West Yorkshire police together and joined the law enforcement

He grabs it without any issues and immediately slams it against the passenger seat window and the noise is heartbreaking. Dash slams the bat against the front window and it smashes into a thousand pieces while I rest the bat on my shoulder, watching my best friends destroying my brand new car. “If I knew fucking up cars was this much fun, I would have done this before,” Dash says. His smile is wide as he keeps slamming the bat against my car. Jagger stops with the destruction and walks to me. He removes his jacket and rolls his sleeves.

Doc decided that he needed to learn about this HYDRATE command that they were always shouting at each other. But for now, he was going to focus on the newest member of the group around the fake campfire. Jack was larger than Doc, but not as big as Jill. His red hair was in a regulation flat top and face was clean shaven. His issued BDUs hugged his five feet eleven frame. Jack had only been in the country for a week, whereas Jill, Gunny, and Celeste had been in for six. Doc had joined their merry band earlier that day. “I always knew that Sles was a bit off, but I never saw her as being a perv,” Doc observed.

I asked He looked at me like I just asked the most obvious question “ only on the days that end with ‘Y’.” Alex answered, pulling out of the drive away and into the woods. The drive was silent, the two in the back fell asleep to the music Alex insisted on listening to, smooth jazz. I just shrugged rolling my eyes when he turned on it and started thumping his fingers on the steering wheel. I think I almost saw a smile, not a smirk but a real smile crack through his emotionless face just for a moment. When we arrived at the plane, Alex brake checked the two boys in the back to fling them forward, waking them in the worst way.

Even the thought of it was so fascinating. Suddenly, an inevitable urge to kill humans surged into my veins and I flipped the card over a few times as if deciding whether to act on my sudden whim or not. It was a wrinkled piece of cardboard that I had thrown at the bottom of my backpack as soon as I had received it. I didn’t have the time to attend clubs being opened by university students when I had the obligation to run my pack along with my mother, Kendall Clausen. It was what I had been doing since my mother divorced my father, Alpha Arthur Clausen and they separated their ways for good.

“You must have worked hard at the office, son. Good work.” The words felt foreign—heavy and fake. Mother stepped closer, her eyes shining unnaturally. “You must be exhausted too,” she said sweetly. “I prepared your favorite meal.” Then her gaze slid to Slash, lighting up. “And who might this young, handsome man be?” Disgust crawled up my spine. They knew exactly who he was. Yet here they were, putting on a performance so polished it made my skin itch. “I’m Jeremiah Slash Johnson, ma’am,” he said smoothly. “Cassian’s best friend.”

Josh answers. “Oh, OK, yeah, that makes sense. Is Nick out there?” I ask nervously, and Josh groans. “Yeah, the bastard is out there; he is lucky he is my future Alpha because I wanted to kick his ass some more and kick him out of the hospital.” Josh snaps, making me chuckle, and he glares at me. I lift my hands up in surrender.

His long eyelashes framed his gaze, his look one she wasn't sure how to decipher. "Did he get in an accident, or was he born with something wrong?" Jake took a subtle step back, his hand reaching out to play along the top of his desk. "He was born with neither of his legs functional. Kid’s smart as a whip and can make a basket in that wheelchair from just about anywhere on the court."

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

“Coffee?” I stare at his offering dubiously, still waiting for the hammer to drop. “Make it Irish and I’m in.” Gray frowns disapprovingly, but Jax moves over to the kitchen counter, rifling through a few half-empty bottles until his hand lands on the whiskey. Grinning, he pops the lid off of his own coffee cup, adding some before making his rounds to add a shot to everyone else’s. “Did he deserve it?” Theo asks, eyes flickering up to mine as Jax tips some whiskey into his cup.