Jack Twist Death Novels & Stories

He was brought back to his senses when he heard a smack… His eyes bulged out for a minute… Someone has just slapped her. His sister… In front of him. It took all his courage not to loose his cool… He walked briskly toward them and boy they looked scared.. And they should be.. They messed with the wrong person.. One he hated the police, maybe it was because his dad died on duty. And they did nothing. Two he just hated them. weren’t those enough reasons to kill them… When Isqaar turned to him and her tears fell he felt thousands of knives cutting through him. He saw red.

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.

“Honey, I wouldn’t be dealing with drugs if I gave a flying f*ck about death. The number of crimes I’ve committed, oh Lord—big men in black suits will have to fry my dead body with a sh*t ton more electric chairs than just the one to balance that ledger! Ha, light me up like a Christmas tree on fire, babe!” Tsk, tsk. How charming. Javier thought for a moment. “Sigh. Well, if death isn’t what you’re scared of, then I guess I won’t kill you. Death is only a satisfactory threat for cowards, because they at least die many times before their death.”

His mother had given him instruction to clear out the loose end who had threaten to expose them if they don’t add to his pay. “You know one thing about weed, Josh?” Ryan said to the guard who shielded him with the umbrella. “No matter how you treat them, they are still unwanted” he added and started walking over to were Martin was. The sound of the water splashing as Ryan stepped on puddles notified Martin that someone was behind him. “The dead are unconscious of nothing; that’s a popular saying from the Jehovah’s Witnesses yunno” Ryan stated as he pulled out a cigarette from his pocket. He held it out and a guard lit it up for him.

A short, thick-bearded man (a dwarf with bushy beard), with a long tail stood in old man Jenkins’ path and grinned at him. “MOVE IT!” Old man Jenkins yelled and increased his speed. He kicked the dwarf out of his way. The dwarf flew through the air, yelling in pain as the green mist clung to him and peeled off his skin, then flesh and even dried up his blood until only bones were left. The dwarf had already died before he landed. Only his skeleton landed beside instructor Jack who rolled on the floor and jumped as he grabbed the dwarf’s big head and threw it at an unsuspecting gangster fighter. The gangster fighter realized it too late and had a skull embedded in his chest.

It's only by sacrificing you on New Year's Eve, when your resentment is at its peak, that the Zeller family can secure another century of fortune. "You see, that bottle of whiskey didn't just contain sleeping pills—it also had Soul-Snares Powder. You might not have drunk the whiskey we poured you, but you inhaled the fumes when you threw the whiskey. If my calculations are right, the drug should be taking hold right about now." In that instant, everyone in the room was stunned, and even the police officers were momentarily paralyzed. I felt a sudden onset of dizziness as my pulse quickened to a frantic pace, and the world before me dissolved into a haze.

"You're an orphan with no family ties. Serve a few years inside, and I'll pay you enough to live comfortably for the rest of your life. When you're out, I'll handle everything." He paused, his eyes narrowing behind the lenses. "But if you refuse, I'll use every resource at my disposal to ensure you can't survive in this city. And all the money I've given you? It will be reclaimed." Money... He knew it was both my weakness and my armor. My tears splashed onto the confession paper as I trembled from head to toe. The system prompted: "Host's acting skills at Oscar level. Strategy mission enters final settlement phase. Prepare for Faking Death exit."

The blood had nearly stopped flowing. The position of his right hand was strange; his fingers curled as if trying to grasp something. I crouched down. In his open left hand, written crookedly in blood, was a single word: "Run". 02:14. One minute left. 02:15 came. Nothing happened. I was still alive. "Substitute death successful. Eric Dawson was killed at 2:14 in Parking Lot C. Remaining loop time: 48 hours. "Go to Parking Lot C. There’s something for you."

His behavior deceived me into thinking he had let go of the past; that he had realized it was inappropriate for him to overly grieve the death of an ex-girlfriend. On my mom's birthday, Joshua offered to cook, but he poisoned all the food he made. He tied me to a chair and stabbed me over and over with a surgery scalpel. My blood splattered all across the floor as I pleaded with him to spare the lives of my family members. However, he had lost his mind. "Will Jackie come back if I spare their lives? Harper, you deserve to die! Why did you have to drink so much on that night? Did you see Jackie's car accident coming?"

That wasn’t what I’m expecting him to say. “Fuck, what? Hell no. He died, remember?” I say, glancing at Layla. Now, without whatever Nadia was feeding me, the memory of Quade’s confession is crystal clear. He didn’t kill Tray that day, but he did die. We all saw him. “You talked to him before he died though…” I begin. “I did, and we buried the body, but I took the Sapphire from him. But it wasn’t real. Nikita managed to break it, and I got the pieces-”