Jack The Drought Novels & Stories

"That's not going to happen either. Dwight, here's how this is going to play out. You're going to take the 200,000 naira I'm willing to wire you now because I'm not in a foul mood and you're going to walk out of here and never look back. If you don't, this will be the last day you see the sun and I'm going to make sure of it. You know me, I don't bluff and you also know that my influence has no limits. And if you don't get out of here in the next five minutes, the offer is no longer on the table." Randy seemed to contemplate his options. He had seen firsthand how ruthless Jack could be and he knew just how far his reach was. But then he got mad. He was the one with the gun pointed at a girl'

He'd barely been at Cross Acres since the accident, and the hospital seemed to be the only place I could track him down with any success. I found him in the same place I had the other times I'd come for one thing or another. I felt like I spent more time on the road to and from the Anston Medical than actually accomplishing what Jack was paying me to do. But right now, this was the only option. I either came up here, or irrigation stopped. And it wasn't just Jack who was affected. His entire staff needed this monkey off their backs with the drought we were dealing with, I'd planned time away from my family's farm-and Twin Creeks needed me just like Cross Acres did. No sooner had I sat down a

And wondering who'll be kicking his ass afterwards. "Brothers, whatever you do, don't let any of the other women drink the water!" He replies. "There's something in the water making these chicks pregnant!" Everyone is looking confused. What is he up to now? Jack has a tendancy to blurt out just about anything. He has the "open mouth insert foot" disease. "We now have 3 fallen brothers and 3 women knocked up! So, don't let your woman drink the water!" Jack laughs. "Oh and provide your own protection!"

I never would've dared reach for someone as out of my league as Ezra. "What are you zoning out about?" Ezra waved a hand in front of my face. I snapped back and looked at him, real and warm right in front of me. No more comment prompts. No more future spoilers. But who cared? My Mr. Jackpot was already here. I suddenly leaned over, threw my arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek loud enough to echo. "Ezra!" "Hm?" He looked caught off guard for a second, then pulled me onto his lap by the waist.

Siyabong replied, " matter, sir? O what could be the matter in your service? I have been working on this farm for you. My loyalty and diligence so far are worthy of praise, master." "I want an in my salary. The amount you pay is getting out of pace with the task and services I rendered." He said. After a few seconds of silence Abeliah later responded. " It's okay. I will look into that." Jack and Jacquard banged into the living room, interrupting Siyabong and their mother's conversation. " Mum we are back." Jack and Jacquard, who were in their early twenty's, entered looking tired. They just returned from their place of work. Jack works at the train station as a guard, while Jacquard works

Jack and Clark are excellent soldiers in Black, so I let them directly manage the elite team. Jack should be at the logging site to supervise the enslaved people. In addition, he must find out if any enslaved people are hiding a mysterious drug that can help enslaved people transform into wolves. But a few days ago, I led more than half of my soldiers to deal with the trouble at the border, so I called him back to base to look after the base with Dante. I was afraid that Dante alone would make a mistake.

“Hello, Laura.” Before I knew what was happening, Jack appeared at our side, sweeping me in for a quick hug. “Ignore Drew and Jake. The former is still struggling with living outside the jungle and the latter is still, well, adapting to life on planet earth.” I snorted. “Hi Jack. How are you?” “I should be asking you that,” he said instead. “How are you feeling?” “Good. Great, actually.” He nodded. “I’m glad.” Then he turned briefly to his wife. “Me and you are going to have words about you leaving the car before me.”

"Daniel Zavaro, twenty-nine years old. Six-year veteran of the Texas Mutiny. Number four on last year's Top Twelve most eligible bachelor list as voted by the city of Houston, behind one baseball player and two football players. Single, loves his family, volunteers at a local children's soccer league and all around nice guy." I stare at her, mouth gaping. "I can't believe you know all that." "I can't believe you don't," Sue says. "I didn't know about his volunteer work, but even I bought one of those sexy calendars they put together from the guys on that list." I cock my head at her. "What? It was for charity." "Seriously, Quincy," Geni says, turning back to her client. "He is ridiculously

To my relief, Derek didn’t seem to be interested in a response. “My father was a farmer,” he began. “That’s what we did before we became this. We farmed wheat and grew vegetables. It was a humble existence, but we were happy. Then one night, my father and Lucas were out in the city to trade our goods. Vivienne and I went out for wood. When we returned, our mother was dead, her blood sucked dry.” I swallowed hard as I listened and imagined how that would’ve felt.

"Ah." "She thinks she's subtle." "She isn't?" "No." We both laughed. An hour passed. Then another. The conversation somehow never slowed down. We talked about childhood. About family. About school. About the ridiculous things we'd done as teenagers. At one point, Jack admitted he'd once tried to impress a girl by pretending he knew how to waterski. "What happened?" "I crashed into a dock." I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my phone. "A dock?" "A whole dock."