John Wick Novels & Stories

And the audience laughed again. The first photo came out. "Chris Hemsworth, or Keanu Reeves?" I stared at the photos of the two gorgeous men on the screen, squinting my eyes. After a while, I said, "I'm kind of obsessed with John Wick, so I'm going to go with Keanu Reeves." "Okay.'' Steve grinned. "Next!" The next photos were displayed, and I chuckled, shaking my head. "Ryan Reynolds or Hugh Jackman?" "Hugh Jackman." I answered, and I turned to the audience to see them pointing at Ryan. "Nah, I love wolverine."

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.

As long as he profited, he had no complaints. Next up is Marc. If Killian had the opportunity to choose among the four individuals, Marc would undoubtedly be his top pick. Marc, an exceptionally compassionate alpha, held a profound concern for the well-being and health of the citizens. He tirelessly implemented numerous regulations that greatly assisted impoverished families and instilled hope in underprivileged children.

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.

Not exactly a katana or a sleek pistol, but they did say anything can be a weapon as long as you know how to use it or so I kept telling myself. The stick wobbled in my grip as if mocking me, and I tightened my hold. "You've seen John Wick take out ten men with just a pencil, for God's sake. You can do this." The pep talk wasn't helping. My knees were already knocking together, and I wasn't sure if it was bravery trying to surface or fear begging me to sit my butt back down so instead I spread my legs into what I assumed was a combat stance. In my head, I was Keanu Reeves. In reality, I probably looked like a constipated flamingo. My heart thudded in my chest,

John had looked at him seriously, and Ulric thought he didn't believe him or that he thought he was crazy until John opened his mouth and said: - Do you look ugly like in the movies? Dominic chuckles, remembering the story his father used to tell, and opens a mind-link. “Dad, I know you're busy making me the sister mom always wanted, but your friend John called, and he asked you to call him back. He wants to come visit you.” "Let's...(gasp) talk...(gasp) later." The father responds and blocks the link. Dominic laughs again. The packhouse was full of horny wolves.

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 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

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?”

Grandpa groans in pain as he gets up off the chair holding his back “ you really should go see a doctor about your back” grandma yells at him “ oh would you get off my back women” he gripes slowly walking out of the kitchen “ What was that about?” Creed whispered looking at me for answers “ fuck if I know but I have a feeling bringing her back with me might not be as safe as I thought.” I pout rolling my eyes always something