Jacques Schnee Novels & Stories

E. Dr. Schnell is a fascinating, but horrifying person. Through some form life extension he’s discovered that he keeps a secret to himself, he is actually a Nazi scientist from the 1940’s. Apparently, he knew Hitler personally. He is utterly unredeemable and only cares about his scientific explorations, which are totally devoid of, as he would put it, ‘sentimental attachments to a subjective notion of morality’.

Mellisandrei had me enter one of the cabins, she was smirking at me, and with the way she gazed told me who was inside. It was a massive cabin, dark but massive. The air inside was thick, smelling of old-pine, woodsmoke, and a sharp, musky scent that made the hairs on my arms stand up. There, in the dim corner where the fireplace shadows didn’t quite reach, Alpha Jacob was sitting on a porch, a book was on his lap when he lifted his gaze upon me. “Your grace, Mellisandrei brought me to your cabin.” I confessed, my voice was soft that sounded like a whisper.

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

He slid a cup toward her with a sticky note: "Posture correction: Stand like a queen, not a startled flamingo." "He’s… intense," Amara whispered. "He’s French," Cassian corrected. "It’s genetic." Jacques glided to a wall panel, tapping it. The projection walls shifted from rainforest to a snowy alpine chalet. "Savanna Mode deactivated," he announced. "Current setting: ‘Cozy Efficiency.’" A virtual fireplace crackled above the hearth. Amara jumped as a pixelated log tumbled toward her. "Apologies," Jacques said dryly. "The logs have separation anxiety."

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..." "Mortal!" The guard puppet beside him said, which made me look at it. Well, I guess it's better that I am tagged as a mortal. I can keep a low profile. "Your dress looks like that of a witch." The guard smiled at me and turned to face Feirro, who was standing beside me. "My name is Feirro Erickson, and I'm from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a werewolf!" The guard puppet looked at him and verified, "Werewolf!"

“This is not tension, Mr. Sica, I absolutely despise you. As cold as it might sound, I cannot trust you. You have proven to me that you are a man who would not hesitate to throw people to gutters once you are done with them. But it is fine, isn't it? It is what CEO’s do.” The car suddenly swerved left and surprisingly enough it was Mr. Sica’s doing. He looked angry. Not that he was fuming or had veins bulging across his forehead. His anger was the type a calculated man. It was pretty clear why he was a top gun and still remained at the top in the business world. He was a pretty great actor. I fixed my attention to the back to see how Samuel was faring forgetting the safety seat were still wo