Jack Twist Death Novels & Stories

Fuck my life! I close my eyes while taking deep breaths and brace myself for the possibility of death but it doesn't come, instead, I hear a loud powerful roar and open my eyes to see Jack's wolf Taz ripping apart the wolf that attacked me. He makes quick work of ending the sorry sack of shit's life before looking at me winking and running back into the fight. Fuck I love that man! I shake myself off and ignore the pain in my ribs as I head back for the window.

It tries to send the memory through her knees, her hands, her throat. Maya lets it arrive. Then she steps left. The dead follow sound and motion. They do not think. They do not plan. They do not fake low and attack high. They are patient appetite in a ruined suit. “Behind?” she whispers. Clear within twenty feet, LUS says. “Lovely.” The dead man reaches. Maya lets him commit, shifts inside the arc, hooks her foot behind his ankle, and drives the crowbar hard into the side of his knee.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

I cut all ties with him over that. It wasn't until right before I died that I found out the hitmen were actually from a rival faction in Julian's own family. I had misjudged Cassian. "Help me." I bit my lip hard, forcing my voice not to shake. There was a second of silence on the other end. Then, a deep, cold voice that carried a faint tremble echoed in my ear. "Wait for me."

Two billion. It came slowly, disguised as a string of lottery wins. My parents were shocked by the sudden windfall. I smiled. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger."

"Go on. I'm listening." "Think about it, when Mad-Dave was killed Jack was in a straight-jacket, confined to a high-security room. Next Nurse Roxy turns up dead, Jack could have personally killed her and left the body for people to find, almost mocking the FBI and the police. That or someone killed her upon his orders." I hadn't given Ken the credit, but he was smart. "Anyone, you suspect?" I asked. "Paul." He said point-blank. "Why Paul?"

“Where did you hear that? What do the rumors say?” “Those who know Bryce are saying that Tiffany stabbed Bryce in the heart. They’re saying that you were there too. Apparently, Tiffany dug out his heart after killing him and ate it in front of you. Then, she ate all of his flesh over the next few days in order to get rid of his body and evidence. She’s even swallowed his bones…” ‘Oh my god!’ Charlotte’s face was drained of color. She took a deep breath. “Jackie, those rumors are simply too outrageous. They’re obviously fake. Tiffany’s not a monster. How could she possibly eat a man?”

The core of T Faction all come together. The death of one of the eight great fighters was no small matter within T Faction. “T-man, how did Zachary die? The Quinns said it was a sudden illness, but how is that possible? We asked around and couldn't find out the reason. Maybe our level was too low, so can you help us dispel our doubts?” Asked Hank, one of the eight great fighters of T Faction.

he asked, his voice low and anxious. Celia stood, holding her husband’s arm. “Stable, but unconscious. The doctors said the next 24 hours are critical.” Jaime closed his eyes, exhaling sharply. “My God…” As they sat, a police officer investigating the case approached. “Sir, Ma’am, we’re looking into the accident. Early findings suggest tampering with the brake system. This wasn’t just a mechanical failure. Someone deliberately weakened it.” Ainara gasped, clutching her chest. “So… it wasn’t an accident?”

“Listen Mr man, I don't want trouble okay, you ran into me with your car and on top of that you gave me sass so in my defense I was well defending myself and also I was very much in shock” “And apparently a big mouth too, I should just kill you now, I'm pretty sure no one would find your dead body if I hid it well enough, yeah?” My jaw swept the ground, I can't die like this, I didn't even do anything wrong. My death would be unjustified. Then I felt my chest vibrating, except it wasn't mine, it was him. He was laughing, at me? I jerked my arm from his grasp and stepped back to look at him. His laughter died down and looked at me with amusement as he chuckled.