Jesse Pinkman Gif Novels & Stories

As we exit the gym to go have our well-deserved coffee and cake, I feel the bile in my throat rising even before I see him. Jensen is waiting for me out on the walkway, standing there like he owns the street. Maybe he does. Some kind of royal privilege. “Hey, Amber.” His smile gives me the ick and seems not being able to convince Gigi that well, as he looks at him with his brows lifted. “Babe, do you know him?” He asks me, not moving his gaze off him. “Yeah, unfortunately,” I whisper and walk towards the creep. “Hey, Jensen. What are you doing here?”

I smiled at her fake gratitude and stopped her flying punch on my hand. “Observation is also an important thing, Jenny. You were balling your fists during your sincere acknowledgment.” Then for the rest of the day, Jenny tailed me like a true admirer, questioning me nonstop. “Can you cut a tree with your one punch?” “What’s the color of your wolf’s fur?” Her continuous interview ran out Zev’s patience, he blocked me and took refuge in the darkness of my mind. But my eyes were fixed on my Gamma Jason, whose wolf was wagging his tail excitedly. My twenty-three year old Gamma was renowned for his serious mood; however, the addition of a toothy smile on his face confused me.

And then I stopped it. Jimmy entered the office, looking like a sneaky bastard as he kept looking over his shoulder. He paused a few times before he sifted through a few a papers Melissa put back on the desk until he held up a small sheet that was the small size the information was written on. Jimmy pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of it before he slid it back the stack of papers and left the office. I paused the video and turned to Axel. "He's a fucking dead man." ~~~~~~~~

Logan added. A fleeting look passed across the gamma's face. Almost like a shadow, easily missed, but Logan had caught it. He watched a quarter of the smile fall from the man's face, but Jesse quickly rearranged his expression before Logan could recognize it. "The pack is safe, Alpha." Jesse said curtly.

I said as I threw him forward. Kennedy comes down from the podium and stands in front of the technician. “SPEAK!” He commanded. “I was told to play this when you started talking about human trafficking. I didn’t know what was on it.” “WHO TOLD YOU TO PLAY IT?” “He went by Sir.” “Son of a bitch.” Jett growled. “Where is my brother and sister-in-law?” Suddenly, the screen behind Kennedy and Jett turns on. Like it was hacked or something. On the screen is Jasper. How the fuck is he getting a signal from a cell? Is he still in the dungeon.

Norman's POV The city lights blurred outside the window, their vibrant glow a stark contrast to the chilling update I was receiving from my private investigator. Kane’s accident. It hadn't been an accident at all. “The plate number, sir,” the private investigator said, his voice low and professional, “came back registered to a certain Peter Jones.” He slid a file across the desk, the crisp paper a jarring sound in the quiet room. Inside, a photograph. A man, mid-twenties, sharp features, a smirk playing on his lips. The smirk felt familiar, yet I couldn't quite place it.

“I don’t have any confidential forms. The air in here just felt… thick. And your expression said enough. Let me guess—Pennet?” “Sure was.” “He never knows when enough is enough,” Peterson mutters as he sets his suitcase on the table and lays out his tools with surprising gentleness. Jessie emerges then, her face washed but still fragile. She offers Peterson a tiny, polite smile. “We meet again, Jessie,” he says warmly. “Ready for me to remove that monitor?” “That would be nice,” she murmurs. “Great. Have a seat. This’ll only take a few minutes, and don’t worry—the other officers can’t come back in until I leave.”

"What!!" Belle yelled bewildered as she stood up abruptly from her seat. Jasper suddenly dropped his fork on the table as he turned fully to face the mirror. "Although, the FBI hasn't confirmed this information yet or even addressed it" "Anonymous pictures have been released in a place confirmed to be detective Jasper's house" "The pictures captured detective Jasper and the assassin to be in what could be considered as a conversation " she continued and just then the images of the screen changed to the pictures.

"Jessica, I just want to congratulate you on that, but something surfaced recently, and that's one of the main reasons we called you to the show." "What's that Patty?" The monitor screen showed a picture of Evan and me in the Bahamas. We were holding hands walking through the hotel lobby. I choked on the water. I knew something like this would happen. Jessica laughed-- a very nasty laugh. "Her? Oh Patty, I thought it was something bigger than that." "Do you know her?" "Of course I know her. She's his assistant. Jasmine Blackman." "But don't you think she's looking a bit too comfortable with your fiance?"

Sirens in the distance wailed—and then abruptly stopped. Jack tightened his grip on the wheel. “They’re rerouting emergency services,” Vesper said. “Great.” “You have about fifteen minutes before a drone picks up your license plate.” Jack cursed. “You some kind of hacker?” “No. Just observant.” She winced. “You have anything to drink?” “Glovebox. Water bottle.” She sipped. “Thanks.” He eyed her ID band again. SUBJECT 42. Skin discolored under it. “How long were you down there?”