John Wick Novels & Stories

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

Austin whispered, feeling his world slowly unravel and violently spin on its axis, like Nikolai's world globe. Had they made a mistake about Friar John? Did his father know about the man's side hustle? Was it even a side hustle? "No," he whispered, refusing to believe the words swimming in front of his eyes as he read the names below the caption. But the truth stared back at him defiantly in black and white. Ten years ago, Friar John wasn't Friar John. He was a nature-loving game ranger named Johan Erasmus, dedicated to the fight against rhino horn smuggling.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

I hit the Bluetooth and listen to the phone ring, a male answers, “Crescent Moon, this is Jackson, how can I help you?” I clear my throat, “Former Alpha Braddock there?” I listen as he places the phone down and yells out, “Dad it’s for you.” I wait and listen as heavy foot falls hit the flooring and a deep baritone voice speaks, “this is Braddock.” I gulp down the lump that’s just formed in my throat, “Hello sir, my name is Alpha Christov,” a growl erupts from his throat and then silence, “you still there?” He grunts, “what do you want Alpha Christov?”

He knew damn well why he was here. "Please. I have a family - I have a wife. They need me." He begged breathing heavily as he struggled against the binds but it was futile. I removed the gun from my waistband and leaned back into the chair. "Your wife, Mr Wilson, is the reason why you're here." "I don't know what you mean. Does she owe you money?" He asked shakily looking between me and Yurik before he stilled, realising his mistake. "I'm sorry, I-" He was cut off by Yurik punching him so hard in the nose that it split open and red liquid spilled out, dripping down his face and onto his shirt. He screamed out, thrashing against the ropes.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

she adds, making Dad and I chuckle. Alpha Alarick, or Ricky, as we all call him, has a big sweet tooth. He looks like he's always angry as fuck, and he's very serious all the time, but he's a nice guy. He takes his job very seriously and doesn't take a bull from anyone, but he's a sucker for sweet stuff. Don't be fooled by the appearance, everyone thinks he's a menace, and to most who dare to cross the line- he is. But not to us. To us, he's just Ricky. But...If you want to be on his good side, get him a sweet pastry and a good cup of freshly brewed coffee.

But no one dares to offend Kairo directly. "Don't you dare threaten me, John? You know Kairo wouldn't like it if anyone offends me like this" he snapped at John. John is a stout, tall, and muscular man. He evened out the invisible creases on his expensive suit. He chuckled with amusement at the empty threat delivered by Antonio. Even though John is into human trafficking, he has connections all over the world. He is powerful in his own right. He is more powerful than a few mafia dons, like Antonio.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

By the way his smile slightly falters, me doesn’t seem to like that very much. “I’m Cian. You’ve surely heard of me before. I’m famous in your little mortal world. For all the wrong reasons, though,” he says delightedly. I frown. As far as I know, I’ve never heard of him. I can keep the bite out of my words. “You can’t be too famous if I don’t know you.” “But you do. See, I’m a Sin, and I know you’ve heard of those,” he tells me. He clearly takes pride in bragging about his tier as an immortal.