Jackie Chan Novels & Stories

Jackie sat on the edge of the velvet bed, expertly re-threading silver charms into her hair. "So," Jesse said, catching Jackie’s eye in the reflection. "A fated mate. A future Beta. A guy who thinks 'spicy' is a compliment. How are we feeling, Jax?" Jackie let out a long, dramatic sigh, though she couldn't hide the faint shimmer of her aura. "I’m feeling like the Moon Goddess has a twisted sense of humor, Jess. I spent years perfecting my 'independent witch' vibe, and now I’m tethered to a human golden retriever who probably dreams about chasing squirrels and bench-pressing small cars."

Chan took a sip of the cold water beside her and then said, “Well, as you know, my full name is Chandra Chandler. I’m a Kiwi. Well, half Cambodian, half Kiwi.” “Yes, I can tell from the accent. I like the Kiwi accent. And the half Cambodian part. I like that. So is your mom Cambodian or your dad?” “Mom,” Chan said. Jeremy continued with his questions.. “So why did you decide to move to Australia?” Chan’s face suddenly paled, and her gaze froze on his face. Jeremy noticed. He instantly knew he was stepping onto dangerous ground. Chan lowered her eyes, and suddenly her stomach tightened. She frowned and told herself to calm down. She needed to get ahold of herself.

Jackie thought for a while, and her eyes slowly widened. "Diego Gonzalez!!!!!"

“Jackie, what do you mean? What has this got to do with her?” “Warn…her…Selina… Warn her…” Jackie seemed to be finding difficulties in breathing as this point in time. “Because…she… Because the Phantom XIII of Hati…is the one that they’re after… She is the one…that Raven’s Gate is after… Because ‘Kami’ is—” Jackie’s grasp slipped from Selina’s hand, and his eyes closed shut. Never to open again. “Jackie!” * * * * “And that’s what happened,” said Selina with a sigh, still looking down at the streets below her. “That…was Jackie’s message. He said that Raven’s Gate is after you.” She glanced at Yuri who had a thoughtful expression on her face. “Do you know why?”

She laughed until we reached the corner that wasn't so crowded. Her face was blushing red, she was drunk. Quinn was too playful and naughty when she was drunk. We sat on the couch while she was vibing on the loud music, swaying her arms like crazy. "Who's Jackie?" My mind was poisoning me. Quinn handed me a shot glass for me. I gasped and took it. "Jackie? You don't know her? She's a famous architect." She leaned and reached for my ear. "She's one of the architects of Ecstasy Land," she whispered.

I reply, walking into her apartment. “You think I care about some guy being here when it comes to you?’ She says as she closes the door. ‘Still, I don’t want to be walking in on some guy rocking your world.” “Honey, they don’t rock my world. I rock theirs.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I love how confident Jackie is, and with good reason. She’s 5’8, small waist, large boobs, curly long black hair with hazel eyes, and legs that go on for days. I’m not into girls, but if I were, I would go after Jackie.

However, at the same time, a few beautiful ladies were not bounty hunters, but Tyr felt as if he had seen them somewhere before. As to where he had seen them before, he could not remember. Foxy then spoke into Tyr’s ear, “You feel that they are familiar faces, right? That girl is called Judy Chan. You have definitely heard of her.” “Oh…” Tyr’s heart shuddered. No wonder he thought that she looked familiar. Foxy continued, “All of them are hostesses that Yamafuji Sai had hired. There are also top class national models. You can have fun with them.”

She wants to be addressed as a 'her'. Jackie is wearing a nude knitted baggy sweater and white jeans. She doesn't wear feminine clothes saying that it's not her style. Her fashion is more like the famous Korean style that's on-trend in our country nowadays. When it comes to her behavior she's more like a full-grown woman than other women. She's also a very organized and well-planned person. That's what we admire about her.

Instantly, the cacophony ceased, all attention shifting to him. Assisting him were two striking women. Jeanette, Tiger's wife and proprietor of the Grand Emperor Bar, exuded glamour in a form-fitting dress. On the other side walked Alicia, tall and regal in a black gown reminiscent of a snow queen, the owner of Jade Dojo and Third Master Chance's youngest daughter. Upon spotting Third Master Chance, Elio felt a surge of pressure. He knew Jeanette well—greedy and spiteful, she was someone he loved to loathe.

Jax was about to call it a day when a voice rang out from the far end of the grounds. “I have a challenge!” A female voice rang out and Koa’s ears perked up. “I know that voice!” Koa and I said at the same time out loud. Jax looked down at me with wide eyes. “It can’t be…” “How do you…” Jax was cut off by her evil laugh. “Oh come on. You look like you’ve seen a ghost Cheyenne, or should I call you Alida?” She said as the crowd parted to make room for her to walk through.