Jack The Drought Novels & Stories

"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."

Jack was standing in the cold air, taking a deep puff of cigarette and trying unsuccessfully to calm himself down. Today his mind was so disturbed that he did not even talk to his parent’s picture. He was missing Grasis. He didn’t know where he was. He had sent his Men to search him. He threw the cigarette down and turned around when his eyes fell on the lawn. He remembered the condition of Ana and he felt hot. He hurried toward washroom. He was standing under the cold water with his eyes closed, trying unsuccessfully to put out the fire burning inside him. He knew that more than half of the people in the field who were who he was were ruined by her delusion in wanting a woman.

He came around the bar and embraced Jordan in a brotherly hug where men like to pat each other extremely hard on the back. "It has, Jack. Are you through finding yourself after Molly fucked us both over?"Jordan asked. I saw Jack's jaw tightened and knew he still held some resentment over whatever had happened. I knew I should not eavesdrop on the conversation, especially since I had to strain my ears to hear it, but my curiosity was getting the better of me. "I don't wish for her demise anymore. I wish for a life of torture now, so I'm getting there," Jack said harshly.

She stretched the last word out as if trying to convey something to Phil. “Yeah, I’m Jack and I take exception to the way you were talking to Dianna,” Jack said. Fingers dug into his forearm, and he looked down to find Dianna glaring daggers at him. He was well acquainted with her angry face the only question was, what the fuck had he done now? He was just trying to defend her. “Jack Daniels?” Phil said. “The guy from The Playbook?” “That’s right,” Jack replied.

I asked. “I might do it to someone who tried to harm you, but never you,” Jack cooed as he stepped forward and pulled me into his arms. “Drake was spotted coming up the mountain. He’s an excellent tracker.” “Will you hurt him?” I asked with concern. “You worry for him?” Jack raised an eyebrow. “Should I be jealous?” I slapped his chest lightly and kissed his cheek. “Don’t be silly. He’s your friend and he’s been my guard as well all these years,” I said.

“Let’s get you some water.” --- By the time I got home, I was mostly sober, but my head still buzzed from the night. I slipped inside quietly, not wanting to wake anyone, but I froze when I saw Jake sitting in the kitchen. He was nursing a bottle of whiskey, his shirt unbuttoned and his hair disheveled. His dark eyes locked onto mine as I entered, and a smirk curved his lips. “So,” he drawled, his voice dangerously low. “You’ve been with him again.”

Jacob curled his lips as he said, “Just look at the expression on your face now! You look like someone who has never seen this world before! A bottle of Moutai that costs 2.99 million dollars can already scare you like this? Let me tell you, there is another kind of liquor, and there are only ten bottles of that Moutai in the entire country! It is called the Drought Spirit, and it is worth tens of millions of dollars each!” “Drought Spirit?” Elaine frowned as she asked, “What do you mean by that? Was the liquor dug out from the drylands?!” Jacob replied contemptuously, “Are you sure you graduated from university? I am talking about the drought period, not the dry and barren lands!” Elaine sp

"The house still has a mortgage. Savings are crap. If I take it, you'll still come sniffing for more. And Willy? He's clearly on your team. Same old Jack—cheap as ever. Lemme guess, Jenny helped you rehearse this?" Jack ignored the jab. Just kept rambling. "Yeah, there's a mortgage. But the location's solid. You could rent it out. Paying it off won't be hard." I snorted. "Easy for you to say. I've been making those payments solo. You haven't dropped a dime." Jack hadn't had a real job in five years. Just bounced between random gigs for beer money. Never once stepped up. If I hadn't seen him babying Jenny, I would have figured he was just emotionally dead.

Jack says. “You think? Jack, what are you doing with your life these days? This isn’t a game, it’s reality and you really hurt my sister.” I say. “I know I messed up, ever since I came out here everything has changed. Everything is a mess; my entire life is. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve been torn ever since she left, all I want to do is drink, it eases the pain a bit.” Jack says. “So now you have a drinking problem? Get yourself together Jack. Whether you get back with Carol or not, you need to realize you have a son, a four-month-oldson named Leland.”