Laughing Jack Novels & Stories

“ Is it the babies? I will take care of them. I will do everything to make you happy. Please don't kill yourself!” I was shocked. My mouth went open, I had never seen such a scene in my entire life. Jack was begging me profusely. Kill me? I know I've thought about it but how could I do such when I have three innocent children in my belly? I couldn't help it, I just burst out laughing. I held my belly as I did this. His face when he begged was funny. His assumption had me cracking up badly. Jack's eyes settled and he watched me laugh and laugh. At some point, he sat on the floor probably getting shy from my laughter.

His lips tilted up in half a smirk. “Second, what the hell happened to you? You look like you’ve been through world war I and II.” I laughed at my reference but Jack hadn’t found it funny. However, his lips lifted up with a smile larger than life and I was all of a sudden scared. “What?” I asked, slowing backing away from him in case he’d finally turned crazy. “I got laid last night.” My nose wrinkled up in disgust. That was not information I needed to know. “Ew! You didn’t need… ugh!” I smacked his arm, trying to shake off the images popping in my head.

"Watch yourself, Jack! Don't you dare disrespect my mysterious fan! She's probably a young and stunning woman, with a secret identity akin to a superhero." Jack pouts dramatically, pretending to be deeply offended. "Are you trying to assassinate me for a harmless joke, Michael? Be cautious, my friend, for I might have to summon the reinforcements to protect me!" We both burst into laughter, the tension dissolving in the presence of our enduring friendship and lighthearted banter. Eventually, Jack concedes defeat, his laughter still lingering as he makes his way out of the room.

They pulled the two apart forcefully and gave them two tight slaps across the face. "Everybody shut the hell up!" Jonah growled. He walked over to Timmy and tapped on his face with a metal pipe. "Kid, you owe me money. So tell me now, how exactly are you planning to pay back the 100 million dollars?" Timmy was so terrified that he wet himself. The stench of pee spread through the air. He crawled desperately toward me, grabbing onto my leg while sobbing with snot and tears running everywhere. He pleaded, "Zac! Save me, Zac! I'm your brother-in-law! You own a lottery shop, right? You must have money! Help me pay it back!"

If he won’t be able to do so, he would probably chase after her and try his luck on adjusting to Chicago. “I wasn’t planning to go here because I am busy taking care of Brit, Jake. But my best friend badly wanted to come to the gym, she told me she felt like she was slowly turning into a pig!” Jack’s humorous laughter interrupted his stare. He blinked twice and landed his eyes on the men in front of him before he glanced back again at her. “Was that true?” he asked and gave her a head-to-foot look. “You don’t look fat, though.”

I laughed at his cheeriness, “It’s great to meet you too sir” “Sir? Call me Mr. Rick. That’s what my younger friends call me” he smiled a warm one. It freaked me out again. It was the smile Ed smiles when he’s means something serious and warming. “So Lilly, you have a boyfriend?” Jack choked on his drink. “No” I laughed at Jack’s reaction. “Good. Very good! There are a lot of idiots out there. You just gotta look for the right one, no?” “Exactly” I answered, shortly.

I looked at them, mortified by what I had just said. “Oh my God, I didn’t mean to say that.” I could feel my whole body blushed. I groaned and quickly hid my face with my hands. I could hear all of them laughing hard. I peeked from behind my fingers and saw their bodies shaking from their laughter. “What are you guys laughing about?” Damian’s arm went around my shoulder. I looked at him and he kissed me softly. “She was telling us that your dick is huge, bigger than any of us,” Jack told Damian while wiping his tears away.

“Well, I think you saved his life. Not a bad thing to tell the folks at home about your vacation. You did really well.” “Thank you,” she replied with gentle smile. “You helped-- you kept his girlfriend from completely freaking out.” Jack grinned. “I think it was his wife. She had a big diamond on her finger,” he said, rubbing the spot on his arm where Jenna had most likely left a bruise. He wished he had something clever and charming to say that would sweep her off her feet. Instead he just held out his hand and said the next logical thing he could think of. “I'm Jack, by the way. Jack Saunders.”

"She really did that?" Jack roared with laughter, clutching his hands to his stomach. "Strawberry scented pads?" "It is not that funny." Henry found his laughter annoying by the minute. "I will hit you in the throat if you do not stop laughing." Daniel was on the other side of the office, trying to hold in a laughter of his own. "You should have just called me. It is obvious she was trying to get you pissed." "The mighty Henry scavenging town in search of strawberry scented pads. What a way to make my morning," Jack’s laughter died down as he took a sip from his morning coffee.

In Jack’s world you either took orders or you learned how to give them. Jack stopped at the center of the yard and looked around. Nothing moved but the hanging bulb swinging slightly in the breeze. He clicked his teeth once and tapped his cigarette to the sole of his shoe. From somewhere beyond the rows of crates, someone laughed softly — a sound like glass breaking in a quiet room. Then she stepped out of the darkness.