Jack The Drought Novels & Stories

Joker told King while looking at him with a smirk. Instead of arguing, King nods in agreement as Jack comes in the door with the laptop in hand. Out of all of us, Jack is the best with technology; you don’t often see him without something in his hands. His hair was tousled, he was wearing an old shirt with grey sweats looking tired, and it was only 9:15. He had been tracking people for Gabe while he had been off, and I could see it was getting to him.

Sabtu malam di sebuah kamar yang penghuninya sedang asyik sendirian. Entah apa yang sedang dikerjakan Janu. Matanya fokus dan tak berkedip menatap layar laptop. 'Jack, nongkrong, yuk.' Sebuah pesan masuk ke ponselnya. Ternyata dari Abraham. Janu yang sedari tadi hanya bermalas-malasan segera membuka dan membacanya.

'Dig Bick. He's wearing only sweatpants that sit on his hips, showing his V-line. His abs are so toned and firm that all I could do was stare. "My eyes are up here," he mumbled amused while bringing the cup of coffee he's holding to his lips and taking a sip. "Yeah, I should be going," I murmured, shifting from one foot to the other uncomfortably as I pointed with my thumb towards the door. "Okay," Jack said with a shrug then turned his back to me as he walked towards what seems to be the kitchen.

Jack sat back on the bar stool. His eyes were big. He ran his hands through his brown hair. Did he hear Mr. Gibson correctly? He was Henry Kingsley? No! He was Jack. He's always been Jack. This was impossible! Mr. Gibson must be wrong. He must have him confused with someone else. "Mr. Gibson, I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken. My name is Jack. I grew up at Old George Orphanage. I'm no Kingsley descendant, I'm sure of it."

I made a snide comment. "We don't need to use any torture methods on you; we've already acquired a means to contact him. Did Jack mention Dr. Mark Bowen by any chance?" My face was probably as white as a sheet because Ezra grinned. "Jack is smart, I'll give him that much but he's also a human being like anyone of us and humans are bound to get exhausted when they reach their limits. In Jack's case, there was a minor slip up. He contacted Bowen in an emergency and the number lit up like a Christmas tree. That's all we needed."

Those tanks were nothing compared to the thousands of lives they had just saved and he was glad he took that effort. "Do you have any idea what he might be planning?" Drew asked. He made his way to the liquor cabinet to mix a drink for himself and his friends. In times like this, alcohol was the only thing that could calm his nerves down and right now, he needed as much as possible. "No idea, I'm still talking with my source. As soon as there is something new, I'll let you know.'' Jack said. Drew nodded, handing them glasses of whiskey he had poured for them. They drank silently as each stood with their own thoughts on the battle that was impending.

"And Drake helped you through that?" Jake chuckled. "Yeah. That sorry bastard let me mull through all of it for a year, then he offered me a training program at the gym, and he worked me out so hard every day I went up there that I had nothing left by the time I walked out. He helped me stop living a lie and look toward the future. I was still pretty fucked up when you got to town, but without Drake beating sense back into me day in and day out, I never would have looked your way. I don't care how many times you showed up, stalking me all over town."

"His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you want to know him? Are you having a problem with him?" "Ah no, he just dropped my cellphone. I want to ask for compensation." Chloe lied and made the nerdy girl nod. Ara chuckled that she knew Chloe was lying. Nothing has fallen since morning. Only Chloe's brain asked for a rip. Seeing a bad boy just once made Chloe like him immediately. "What are you doing?" asked Ara. "I'm just looking for his social media accounts." Chloe also explained that he was Dj. Maybe on weekends she can see Dj Mashii perform at the club. Just watching him without gett

"Y-Yeah! We didn't take a single cent from him. His debt is his own." The bald thug, Jonah Tauber, spat out his cigar and strode toward us. Without even glancing at me, he walked straight up to the pale-faced Edwin. "Are you Edwin Grant?" Jonah asked coldly. Edwin swallowed hard, trying to appear calm. "Y-Yes, I am. But sir, I think you've got the wrong person. The one who owes you 100 million dollars is Zac, not me." Jonah grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellowed teeth. "The wrong person? Not at all. I'm here for you."

The last thing I wanted to think about right now was jack but unfortunately, that was impossible because I was marked and mated with him. I still can't believe Jack would do such to innocent people, taking away their money for his selfish reason. "Draco never said that Aurora, mate can never do such and you know this please be supportive of him," Kira begged. " I'm trying Kira but I can't just ignore the fact that innocent wolves are being whipped because of money and jack is aware of this and he has done nothing about it, when he was first aware of how affected I was when I passed through that shit with my father," I said to my wolf and she kept mute making me turn my attention back to my d