John Wick Book Novels & Stories

Prologue of Lost Treasure. This is a love story that will make you go emotional. This book is all about a guy by the name John Williams. He is the second born in a family of two boys. His big brother who is a medical doctor Lyod Williams. The both brothers lost their parents at a very tender age so Mr Lyod was a father, a mother and a big brother to his little brother John who is fondly called Johnny. His brother made sure to provide Johnny with everything he needed in life. This virtually made Johnny a spoiled brat.

Veronica Wick, Mister John Wicks wife says while she still had Calogero by her right side and then Mary in the other. “It’s past talking time. What do they want!?”John Wick whined as he headed towards the door with curved brows. “Just simple instructions. I can’t even spend some quality time with my family” He pushed forward with his grumbling while dressed in his black pajamas. He encircled the door knob and opened the door. His jaw dropped. His heart stopped whipping for a second. It’d be right to say that he lost all connection with the world as he saw five men all standing at the door with highly sophisticated guns. Even the air in the room froze.

he whispered, eyes wide, nearly sending kernels flying as he gestured. I laughed, nudging him. “Honestly, I’ve lost count. He’s like a one-man army.” The room was dim, the only light spilling from the television where we watched John Wick fighting his enemies. Theodore and I lay tangled on the bed, a bowl of popcorn balanced dangerously between us. “Now, that's a real man right there,” I commented during a particular action scene. “If he can kill for his dog, then imagine how pissed he would be if they'd touched his woman.”

He bled his resources dry, but she had vanished like a scent in the rain the moment she crossed the international border. That night, Hudson found himself in a low-lit den on the edge of the territory, meeting a rogue investigator—a man who lived in the cracks between pack jurisdictions. It was said this tracker could find a flea in a blizzard if the mood struck him, but he was a temperamental eccentric who cared little for gold. The man, draped in furs, signaled for several she-wolves to approach Hudson’s table, offering a tray of heavy mountain ale. Hudson’s constitution was legendary; he could drink a whole patrol under the table without losing his edge.