Jet Star Danger Days Novels & Stories

“I’m here.” “Come to me.” My voice cracks this time, no matter how much I try to steady it. “Please.” “I’m already moving,” he says without hesitation. “Jet is being prepared.” “How long?” “Five hours,” he answers. “Maximum.” Five hours feels like forever. “I don’t like this,” I whisper. “I don’t feel safe.” “You are safe,” he says firmly. “That place is locked down.” My grip tightens on Matteo’s sleeve again. “Is it?” I ask quietly.

​Be careful who you trust. ​She looked at the door to the locked room, where the only man she trusted was currently planning a war. She picked up the coffee she made hours ago and drank from it. It was cold now, but she didn't mind. She had work to do. And in the ninety days of Richard Blackwell's destruction, she was going to be the most dangerous thing he never saw coming..

Jetstar Clonstrong dropped his teacup when Damoew walked into his study. The cup shattered on the floor. Tea spread across the expensive rug. "You're dead," Jetstar whispered. "Clearly not." Damoew closed the door behind him. Lyanna and Jasmina flanked him. "We need to talk. Now." "This is impossible. I saw your body. We held the viewing." Jetstar stood, his hand moving toward the alarm bell on his desk.

He feels free and safe when the skies are clear, showing off thousands of twinkling stars and the bright full moon. On the other side, Jet and Raze found a small hut. They can't converse properly for they are still bombarded with different emotions. Anger, fear, shock, and concern. Good thing, they brought ready-to-eat meals and fed their rumbling stomach. Raze is already sleeping on the table but Jet is still awake. He can't sleep knowing they might be in danger. Who knows who or what will attack them while they're snoring? He tried to call again his officemates and president, even his parents, but they're still out of the line. He's frustrated-- no he's mad about their situation. He reache

"Can't we just cuddle all day? It's quite cold today. It's nice to just stay here." "No. We have to complete the six days because tomorrow, we are going to make the scrapbook and photo albums." For memories, you said. As much as I don't want to overthink especially at this morning when I just woke up, I couldn't help, but hint the suspiciousness. But at the end of the day, just like what happened on the past few days when I was on the same state, I still chose to push the doubts aside because I am scared to find out.

Why would the chief of maids sacrifice her life for her, Ella thought. "Why...just...why would you do that?" Ella asked her. "I don't know too but if I am encouraging you to do something you are afraid of doing, then I must tell you something to comfort you with," The chief of maids said and Ella burst into tears. "I hate Narlands!" She muttered. "Do not say this openly, you might put your life on the line," The chief of maids corrected her. "That being said, get well soon. From tomorrow, you will work with the Death lord," The chief of maids said walking out of the room.

Jet was bound to punish him. Wind cocked his head back, and the Desert Eagle was within reach. However, Wind quickly widened his eyes in shock as fear washed over him. The Desert Eagle’s silver metal casing was bent out of shape, distorted by several finger marks. “Um… Kaze…” Conan arrived outside on the sidewalk and was startled to see Bass in such a state. “He won’t die. Take him to the emergency room. Stay and sort out the mess.” Kaze handed Bass over and said indifferently, “Break the limbs of the last few standing inside. Jet is supposedly one of the Riverbank Seven. He must still have people in Riverbank. Just deliver these people to them.”

"You're my dangerous elysium, too. Yet you're my epitome of elysium. I love you. I need you. I miss you." *** “Aiden? Aiden?” He opened his eyes and closed them again as the light blinded him. Once he felt okay, he opened his eyes again and his gaze stopped at his father's figure beside him. “What is it, Dad?” “Sorry to disturb you. We know you're not supposed to work since you just get your leave but OR 2 really needs you. Can you make it there? I can take care of her for now.” He sighed. He filed a leave for three days to prepare for Miracle's birthday next month. But what could he do? He rubbed his face and yawned after. “Okay, Dad. Thank you. Uh, how did you know I'm here and how did you

Every once in a while I'll see him reach for something above his head and wince, but he's gotten to the point where he can shoot a weapon again, and that's a very good thing, considering we'll most likely be doing quite a bit of that on the road. I glance over at Madison as she eats her scrambled eggs with ham and red and green peppers. Over the last few days, I've noticed her watching both Ryder and Aaron with the same look as me, and I know that she's anxious to finally get on the road. The sooner we leave, the sooner we can potentially save what's left of the world. I just hope we haven't waited too long. If we're living in a zombie world and we just don't know it, the odds of us making i

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