John Wick Novels & Stories

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

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.”

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?"

he wiped my tears before he looked at the moisture on his finger and I watched as he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it, "hm, salty..." "Please, Octavious, I won-" He shook his head in disappointment as he placed his finger on my lips again to silence me, "you've said enough, my little star," he silenced me with a tender tone, "but you can't fight the inevitable. Now, we have been destined to be together since the day that you were born. Do you want to know why you're here?" he waited for a response so I nodded my head, "your father and I were a part of a gang called The Cobalt Wolverine Syndicate," he chuckled, "it was a silly name, the silliest I've ever heard in my life but we

Dave warned his little sister, walking away. "I'd never allow Loki to treat me like that." She whispered walking to her room. Needing a drink, Lucas headed to a bar in Lunari lands, Lucas was on his 3rd whiskey. His eyes burning into his drink, as if it would burst into flames at his will. Anyone who walked by and looked at him, could see the gears in his head turning, and left him alone, aside from one wolf, a ghost wolf from his past and present, left him alone.

She wasn’t going to last here, so he wanted to make sure to enjoy every single moment while he could. ——- There had been too much to do at the office, he hadn’t anticipated how toying with Lilith would make all the rest of his responsibilities and work stack up. Enzo had his suit delivered to the office, pulled it on while drinking a tumbler of vodka, and ran an electric shaver over his cheeks and chin.

He said. “So do you want to say anything in the final, Mr.Stone?” Reporter asked. Mr.Akash nodded and turned directly towards the camera looking straight and said, “I just want to say that not a single word I said or acted in these few weeks are true. I never wanted to behave like this at all. If I don’t have this reason, I wouldn’t have hurt anyone.” It actually felt like he is looking directly at me and saying this, so I couldn’t help but turn away.

-Cherie- I don’t want to turn around because I know I’m going to crumble into little pieces in front of the man I did not want to meet so soon. But I mustered up my strength to face the absolute legend, Alpha Kai Volkov. Even in his old age, the man looks like a powerhouse. I see where Creed gets his stature from because this man is massive - I feel dwarfed just looking up at him! Wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with combat boots, he seems awfully at ease. His long blonde hair, now silver, is braided down his back, crow's feet and wrinkles marr his face but he doesn’t seem like an elderly man.

Han Yong was a friend, a good acquaintance of Killian and I, and one of the main reasons why I was always finding myself a few steps ahead of Konstantin. Flashback: “You called, boss.” Han Yong said, entering the restaurant where Killian and I were sitting. It’s been years since I’ve seen him, and I could still remember the man playing with a sword that his father gave him at the time. Despite his young age, he was the one who taught me how to use my blades efficiently. It was a skill that only those who learned it at a young age could master, and it wasn’t as easy as handling a gun. “Vladimir, I believe that we attended your funeral?”

I noticed some of the onlookers had cringed at his tone, taking a few steps back as if they could escape his rage. "Is this true son?" Alpha George frowned, leaning down to get a good look at Jakes face. "I didn't do anything she didn't want." Jake spat, his eyes locked on my face. I noticed the blood running down his nose and wondered if that was Alpha Killian's doing. "It would serve you well to keep your mouth shut." Alpha Killian spat, his voice sounding like it's own weapon. "L-Let me deal with him." Alpha George spoke up, trying to sound like he had some shred of authority. It sounded like a pathetic imitation of Alpha Killian.