Jack Slash Novels & Stories

“Come here!” “We have a newbie? Did she do it?” asks Jack, and I guess he’s talking about that stupid tradition. “You’re still alive?” he laughs and sits next to me. “I’m Jackson by the way, but everyone calls me Jack here. I’m in charge of the missions in Asia.” he smiles.

'Born and raised in West Africa, a local former British and French territory; two of four kids; older brother, older sister, and a younger sibling' Dylan burned the night candle going through that file, reading in between the lines and putting a question mark on everything unclear about Jasmine's identity. Towards the early hours of the morning, still going through the file, checking for loop holes, almost giving up, Dylan finally picks up a clue; more like an idea that could pick him a clue. Jasmine's other family members were hardly reachable but her brother was only a few cities away. He was going to take a trip to Boston, he was going to personally pay Jasper Edimo a visit. .............

"What are you doing?" "Next time, know the type of person to mess up with, sweet pussy," Jack said with a smile before firing three shots at once at the woman. Her naked body was found on the floor after it had fallen. Before leaving the room, Jack gave a friendly smile to the audience. *** NIGHT>SEFAN'S CLAN *** When all of a sudden, the door to the room opened, and Jasmine walked in, Flora was there by herself. She questioned Flora, "Are you interested in watching the gangs while they fight?" Flora looked up in response to her question.

Marcus Kane stood in the pouring rain like a ghost from their old life, his expensive coat soaked through and his eyes locked on Elara with something far too intense. The words he had just spoken still hung in the damp cabin air like poison. Proof that Jax was involved in the murders. Elara’s heart slammed against her ribs as she stared at her stepbrother’s best friend and rival, the tech heir who had always lingered a little too long around her at family parties.

She looked extremely beautiful in black. “Clink! Clink! Clink!” Kilhan hit his glass cup with his fork and stood up. Everyone went silent and looked at him. “Today is a great day for me. I must say today is the happiest day of my life. Having my mate by my side has always been my biggest dream, and today, that dream is a reality!” He spoke, and everyone clapped. He raised his cups and so did I and everyone else. “Cheers to Jessica.” He added as everyone stood up to clink their cups.

Jack, I want you to check on something," I say once Jack picks up the call. He always picks up my call on the first ring. "You can end the phone right now Gabriel, I'm in front of your office," he says with a slight accent and he opens the door. Jack is a large man. You will assume he moves like an obese bear with that body. But it will amaze you once you see him in the rink. I don't even want to have another sparring with him in boxing anymore. He moves like The Flash. I heard he has mastered over 5 martial arts. His hair was jet black and clipped short. He has black irises just like most of the Chinese descent. He has a minor cut on his left eyebrow. The eyebrow there just never grows agai

Alex was certainly a violent man, but not to me. Jaxon chuckled. “I can see why he does.” I bit my lip, surprised by his words. “Who gave you those scars then?” “When I was young, I loved to climb trees. We had a few old tall trees in our garden. I loved to climb them. I wasn’t supposed to, but I snuck out all the time. One time I didn’t pay enough attention and fell down. I broke a few bones and got cut up by a thorn bush beneath the tree. That’s it. Dad cut down all the trees after that.”

I don’t see him behind me anymore, smiling to myself, I think I’m sly. Then the spike of these goddess-forsaken shoes betrayed me. I stumbled to the ground, skidding my skin across the hard forest floor. I hiss out in pain but make quick work to get these damn boots off. Throwing them aside and hopping back up, I’m whipped back to the ground in a single second.

Whiskey splashed into the glass, amber catching the light as I swirled it once, slow and thoughtful. “Talk,” I said, bringing the glass to my lips. “You were right,” Harry said. “Marcus keeps his enemies close and his friends closer. Dug deep into his personal circle. Found someone interesting.” I took a sip. The burn grounded me. “Go on.” “Joshua Jake,” Harry continued. “Goes by Double J. Millionaire. Old money mixed with dirty money. They’ve been close for years. Business, vacations, cover ups. If Marcus trusts anyone, it’s him.”

The veins in his arms were showing as he touched my legs, parting them further as if I wasn’t yet open enough to him. I saw him walk to the cabinet, when he turned to me, fiery and dangerous eyes appeared. There was a stick on his hand, a silicon was on its end. I am not familiar with that thing, and I think it does not matter at all. What matters is that Jacob shove his cock in my wetness and fuck me hard. “Whose whore are you?” Jacob asked as he was running the stick on my legs. “You… ughh!” I didn’t complete my sentence because before I could even say it, Jacob already whipped the stick on my legs.