Jackie Novels & Stories

Darina replied, gesturing to Silvia as well. "I don't have a wolf," Jackie said, falling to her knees and closing her eyes. She murmured something under her breath. "What are you doing?" asked Silvia. "Praying to the Moon Goddess," Jackie answered, her eyes shut tight. "Not the best time; we could be caught any minute," huffed Bianca, but Jackie remained unmoved.

Against all odds. But holding is not the same as winning. And eventually, they could not hold anymore. I turned the page. And found a portrait. Just a sketch, really. Pen and ink. Faded with age. A woman. She was not young in the portrait, but she was not old either. She was somewhere in between, in that particular place where a person stops looking like what they were and starts looking like what they are. Her hair was loose. Her expression was not afraid. Mira. Last Queen of the Witch Covens. Keeper of the High Flame. Killed in the forty-third year of the Crimson War by Aldric the Elder, great-great-grandfather of the current Alpha King.

Anika just rolled her eyes. “You’re one of her minions.” This lady was none other than Jackie Richman, a proud friend of Tori. They would always bully her, but she kept quiet most of the time. The last time Jackie and Anika had met, things had ended in a real mess, with Jackie and Tori physically abusing her as they beat her till she nearly collapsed.

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."

The way he is embracing me makes me feel his possessive nature. “Don’t you remember me, Shay?” He hums a tune familiar to me, but I can’t remember where I’ve heard it before. What in the world? The heat of his body ignites me, starting from his bare chest. My body reacts so strongly to our bodily contact, but that is not all. A sense of déjà vu settles in my bones. “Shay, I’m Jackie. Don’t you remember the Old Bridge, when you hugged me and told me the creaking of the wooden steps scared you. That was our first kiss.”

“Alright, you two can fight outside. You’re too annoying.” “I don’t have a husband like him. From now on, there is nothing between us,” Senna said. Everyone looked at Jackie as if he was a dead dog. With his penis broken, it was difficult for him to even be in a relationship again. Right then, Betty Dawson, who was originally standing in the background, suddenly stepped forward. She forcefully kicked Jackie a few times before kneeling in front of Hailey. “Mrs. Carter, Mr. Rockefeller, please forgive me. Jackie Luden, this jerk, encouraged me to cause trouble at Belle Blossom last time. I knew I wa

Me: She’s in good hands ✊🏼 Mom: If you hit on her, I will get off this hospital bed and hit you! Me: Emily and I are going to be good friends 😌 don’t worry about her. Mom: Good. Be her best-friend, she’s short on those. Me: Okay, gtg shopping. Talk to you later. Love ya ❤️ Mom: 😘 * * * I was in the middle of shopping for the groceries, the trolley was half-full and I was grabbing for a carton of milk when my phone started ringing Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake. One of my stupid teammates had

Their worry permeated the air, but it was not for him or the little human girl that was left behind. It was for themselves. The Conduit was dead and now there was no one to protect them. About the Author Charly Clark is a designer and a writer. Wolf Queen is her debut novel. She has been writing for as long as she remembers and her works are spread over a variety of genres. She works from her home in Slough, Berkshire and splits her time between writing and her business Cheeky Charly’s. She has both Bachelor’s degree as well as a Master’s degree in interior designing. She has also founded her own small sewing business called Cheeky Charly’s. Charly loves to travel and experience new places

Jake asked in an obviously impolite manner, his question was followed by a string of murmurs from the individual seated. What meds? Did Jones Jackson do drugs? Maria thought, still observing the tense air that lingered. Now her curiosity was spiked. She observed as Jackson tightened his fists and his eyes narrowed. "Jake-" Natasha warned, "let's talk about something else. Albert isn't here too, on such an important day like this," Albert Macaulay, the iconic producer. Maria had hoped to see him too. "Imagine if Raid role had a new sequel," Cornelia Jenkins said from her seat. She played the role of Audrey in the movie.

"Huh, should it seem as if they were killed by a serial killers? No too dark." Even though it wasn't her first kill, it felt different. The sensation that rushed through her spine when his blood splattered on her left cheek was exhilarating. The unrelated lives she took in her previous line of work never made her feel anything, no remorse, no closure, nothing. But she was now different, sort of reborn, driven by a vengeful thirst for blood. She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work.