John Wick Graphic Novels & Stories

“Wick?” He managed to loosely roll his face up and then grin goofily at me before slurring, “Hey, hey, it’s my HayHay.” I blinked and then gaped at J.J. “Is he drunk?” But even as I leaned in to smell Wick’s breath, I could tell he didn’t emit even the hint of alcohol. He hummed out a pleased sound, however, and nuzzled his face into mine as if he were plastered. “No,” J.J. growled, hedging past me to lead Wick to the couch, where he and Bear let him fall onto the cushions gently. “He has a fucking concussion.”

I said with a toothy grin, claiming the bottle from him before taking a swig. "Fine. I'll deny it. I'm more believable than you any day anyway," he said, throwing me a reassuring smile. "Out with it. It's not about your dick of a father again, is it? I could just have him taken out for you." "Okay, John Wick. Calm down. No, it's not about Edward," I said, nervously sipping on the beer despite hating it. "Stop fucking drinking if you're not into it. I'll get you something else," he said, calling for the bartender with a hand gesture. "What do you want?"

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.

Wick replied. "Nice Job Mr. Wick, you will get your money as soon you are done. Do you need any backup?" Bruno asked him, desperately. "No, you don't want to scare them off," Mr. Wick said smiling. "I will get back to you soon." Mr. Wick ends the call. He got his gear ready and puts on his earphone. Mr. Wick likes listening to Orchestras—they are his favorite after all. To keep him in the mood to do his job properly.

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.

Standing out slightly from his body – and growing heartbeat by heartbeat. Not hard yet, not fully erect, but definitely getting there. He was getting turned on by being naked in front of me. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. “I got this one for the first album,” he said, and pointed to the tattoo. It was a realistic reproduction of the cover of Bigger Than Yours, which featured a .44 Magnum Smith & Wesson Model 29 – the revolver that Clint Eastwood used in the Dirty Harry movies. Opposing it, and shrinking down under the eight-inch barrel, was a tiny little Walther PPK – also known as the gun James Bond uses.

"Get to the point Wick" Wick was the signal for Aldonis and the troops to swoop in "Good. Now if you want your damsel back it's very easy." He opened his hands and documents were placed in them. "All you have to do is give your mafia to me. Everything" He dropped the piercer on the table and I stared at him. He wanted me to make a fucking blood oath "It's only fair" He smirked. I put my hand above the piercer and looked up at him.