Jack Sparrow In Davy Jones Locker Novels & Stories

The pup fluttered again, soft, curious, almost eager and I hated how much it mirrored the traitorous throb between my legs. I kept my eyes forward and kept breathing. I kept telling myself: This is your husband. This is your choice. Loyalty. Duty. Love. But the dark part of me, the one I’d spent years beating into silence whispered back: You want him to claim you. Raw. Again and again until you forget your own name. I squeezed Jasper’s hand tighter, like I could crush the thought out. We reached the double doors to Dax’s private study, it was a massive black oak carved with wolves and ravens. Two of his men stood guard, faces blank, and eyes averted. One nodded once.

He was instantly reminded of the alley where he’d almost lost his life and gave an involuntary shudder. “Are you alright?” Rowan asked with curiosity. Not willing to admit to the emotions that whirled within him, Jasper quickly nodded and pointed to the door that led to his lab. He still had the key in the door’s lock when his assistant, Lila, pulled the heavy oak barrier open with a fervor. Her eyes went wide with joy as she cupped her cheeks with her hands.

"Oh, my bad! Maybe I remembered it wrongly. It is the real Seven Treasures Exquisite Pagoda, but I just can't recall the spell to unlock it. Why don't you release me? That ought to jog my memory." Jackie's expression darkened. She took a bucket of water and splashed it into Darryl. The water was probably taken from the cave; it was freezing cold. Darryl shivered uncontrollably as he cursed discreetly. He was still defenseless; his acupoints were still sealed.

she teased, voice breathy. “Not as sweet as you,” he murmured, pulling her into his lap, his hand sliding around her waist as he nipped her earlobe. She squealed in protest, half-laughing, half-aroused—right before he tossed her playfully onto the bed. Suddenly, he froze. His eyes clouded over as he received a mindlink. Darina sat up, watching him. The smile slowly faded from his face. “Jackie’s body was found dead in her cell this morning,” he said.

I backed up, confused. Jesse dropped to the flooring, feeling a bolt out of the blue. At the end of the staircase, an invisible door sprang to its hiding spot and locked the way out of the room. And the other door, where Lily and the others were locked, has its knob removed out of its hole. The reason was unknown. Sophie grunted loudly as she drops her butt to the floor. She raises her head to see a shiny object that moves, hanging above the ceiling. A spy cam.

“He’s already chosen.” Jackson reached the vault door. The heavy metal lock hissed. Steam curled from the seams. He looked back one last time. Savannah pressed her palms against the glass window separating them, tears streaming down her face. “Jackson!” His hand lifted. One final, impossible promise in his eyes. The vault door opened And swallowed him in a rush of blinding white vapor. Savannah screamed.

"This big sleeping mattress inside the don't private chamber is where you belong now," Jack Horner says, pulling the dark blankets back fast and taking the young man's hand to pull him onto the soft material. Goldie Lockhart lies down flat on his back, looking up into the capo's handsome face while the older man lets out a huge grin. "I can get used to this visual in my territory," Jack Horner says, his heavy hand stroking his own thick hard front shaft. "Having a Lockhart bloodline right here on my sheets."

one of them responded. “And he couldn’t even call to inform us that he had arrived?” I snapped, struggling to keep my frustration from boiling over. Joe POV Sir Drake strode toward us, grabbed the machine gun from the guard I had been speaking with, and moved forward. I immediately followed behind him. Lucas POV While spying on the warehouse, we spotted Daisy tied to a chair under the dim light likely powered by solar panels. Inside, we counted only four men guarding her. “Who’s there?” a voice called out, sharp and suspicious, as they noticed some movement.

“We get it. You deserve a medal, and a week at a spa.” “Damn right I do.” She crossed her arms dramatically. “Now, listen up. Before he knocked out, he kept mumbling something about a vault. There’s something in there he doesn’t want anyone to find. But I know where it is.” I straightened. Darren did too. “Where?” I asked. She grinned like the cat who’d just caught the mouse. “The warehouse at Harlem. Behind that creepy-ass painting of the Virgin Mary holding a knife. Dead center wall. Vault’s behind it. Big, old, steel thing, needs a code or a key.”

Ethan lifted his phone and used the flashlight. “Where did he go?” My grandmother pointed toward a narrow passage. “He knows another way out.” Jake looked at the steel door. “Then we open this.” David stepped forward. “I know the lock.” He studied the keypad. “There are six numbers.” “Do you remember them?” David closed his eyes. “Not all of them.” “Try,” Lily encouraged. He stared at the keypad. “Six… four…” He hesitated. “Two.” The light turned green. Everyone froze.