Jet Star Danger Days Novels & Stories

Steve asked, concerned. "I'll sleep when I'm out of juice." Kyle said and started chugging the beverage out of spite for his own brain. He crushed the can between his hands and threw it at Steve. Steve moved out of the flying object's path, making it hit Kendra. "Ow! What the fuck, Steve?!" Kendra said, holding her head where the can hit her.

Jasper ordered. Stella thought of heading out to run some errands today. However, since Jasper had said so, he would be worried if she insisted to go out. "I'll make some plans," Stella said. Jasper's cell phone rang. It was a call from Anthony and he answered it immediately. Seeing his face darkened, Stella had a bad feeling in her heart. When he hung up the phone, she asked immediately, "What did he say?" "That culprit burned himself after blowing up the helicopter. The pilot is dead," Jasper said solemnly.

Just when I think things can’t get any worse, I spot a familiar figure making their way towards me through the woods. It’s Elder Jet. I need to speak to Spencer. Need to warn him. But as I squeeze my eyes shut and try to mind link him, try to shift, try to do anything to get myself out of this terrible situation– Something bangs the side of my cage, hard. “That won’t work,” Elder Jet says coldly, kneeling down so we’re at eye level. I glare at his hideous, ragged features. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

"The Sterling Manor. We go there tonight. We burn it to the ground. If we can't rule the world, we will make sure Jackson Sterling has no world left to rule." Two Hours Later. The Skies over New York. "They took the bait," Alex announced from the jet’s cockpit. On the screen, a convoy of fifty unauthorized vehicles was swarming towards the Sterling estate. It was an invasion force. "Are they evacuated?" Serenity asked, looking at the thermal feed. "The staff is safe in the panic room," Jackson said calmlym drinking an espresso. "But the house is not empty." "Dad?" Alex asked. "Grandpa Liam is still down there. Alone."

But she could see the way Jax's expression hardened, the way his jaw clenched with barely controlled rage. "How many casualties?" Jax asked, his voice deadly quiet. More static-filled conversation, then Jax was sitting up, the warmth of his body leaving hers as the weight of leadership settled back on his shoulders. "We'll be back tonight," he said into the phone. "Keep everyone armed and ready. This isn't over." He ended the call and turned to face her, his hazel eyes now cold with fury. "The Diamondbacks hit three of our businesses last night. Burned them to the ground, killed two prospects, and left a message painted in blood on the wall of the Broken Spoke."

He says as he reaches toward me and nibbles my ear, causing me to moan lightly. “Uh—guys? We have a problem!” I hear James voice from the cockpit and the jet suddenly shakes. I withdraw from Robert and I rush towards the cockpit. “What’s wrong?” I ask James and for the first time since I have met him, he looks worried. “The tank is empty.” He manages to say despite his voice being shaky. “What tank?” I ask him. “The jet is out of fuel, Jen!” He shouts in frustration.

I join in the laughter. I was going to get another cocktail after I finished one but Rustov missed what I would have taken and instead pushed the glass of mango juice towards me. Janice and Enzo were busy talking they didn't notice it. I frowned. Rustov shot his brow up, looking at me darkly as his warning. "Did you date Kirk earlier, Drey?" I looked up at Janice. Even Rustov looked at her. "Woah. Audrey dating? That's new! Isn't Kirk, Klyde's brother from Albeda?" Enzo as if

“Mary, listen, I’m on the jet, and we’re taking off. I’ll call you in a few minutes, if that’s okay.” “No. Don’t hang up, please? She’s probably in danger.” The word danger makes my world skid to a halt, tilting its axis, and I feel like the jet just nosedives in a rapid descent. “What do you mean?” “Boss?” Sasha pats my shoulder. “Just fucking give me a minute, Sasha.” I glare at him. My heart races in apprehension at the thought that Radimir might get to Jasmine. “Mary, speak now. Is Jasmine in danger?”

It was heaven with a demon living in it. "Burn it down and..." the God chuckled while letting the sweet breeze mess with his graying hair. "... break his other leg. Make sure that he wouldn't have anywhere else to go." . . . 'Cazzata!' Rome's cuss remained unspoken as he watched his headquarters, 'The Romans', burn through nine different TV screens. Thick, dark smoke was rising from the same building he had worked so hard for. From the aerial shot taken by the news channel, he could see the showcase of his bar getting licked by fire. His people were screaming and getting toasted inside it—chefs, kitchen personnel, and ladies waitresses. Those who work for his bar yet have no idea who he real

I was here, in what’s considered the most dangerous city in the United States. If it weren’t for Kim, there’s no way I’d go through all this trouble, traveling so far just to fetch her damn documents. Damn her scatterbrain for always forgetting important stuff and dragging me into her personal courier service. Pulling my phone out of my bag, I dialed Kim’s number. I prayed she’d pick up quickly so that the incident that I won’t tell wouldn’t happen again like last time.