John Wick Novels & Stories

Jeez-us what am I coming to. Besides, my dick is aching, and I’ve got a serious case of blue balls. All I want to do is get in a warm shower and take my cock in my hand, fist it and fuck the life out of it. “It’s the latest John Wick movie, well it’s been out a while, but we haven’t gotten round to seeing it yet.” I nod. “Okay, well I will leave you two lovebirds to it and catch up with you in the morning.”

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.

Valerian had never been a man easily unsettled. His world had always been shaped by discipline, control, and a sense of calculated detachment. He could endure silence for days and had built emotional fortresses high enough to keep even his own grief from leaking out. But ever since Nivera had entered his life, those walls had begun to fracture in places he never anticipated.

Jacob approached me as I walked into the kitchen. “So what’s the deal boss, why are we here?” I grabbed the bottle of scotch from the self and a glass. I poured myself a glass and sipped it. Jacob stared at me waiting for an answer. I flashed a devilish grin at him. “We are going to war.” He looked at me, confused. “With who and why?” I finished my drink and set the glass down. “Joseph King. He shouldn’t have double-crossed me.”

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?"

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 shoved his hands into his pockets and waited for the firm footsteps they could hear walking on the marble tile. He knew what she wanted and he was not ready for that talk. At least not until he had avenged his father and made all their enemies pay for their sins. Yuri appeared at the door of the sunroom. He was carrying his brown briefcase. "It's good to see you back, Sir," Yuri said to Dominic as he eased into the room. "Good to be back Yuri." the man was not as young as he'd been four years ago, but under his guidance, the family had continued to gain more power and money.

-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.

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.