Miracle Jack O'callahan Novels & Stories

Bonus Chapter Even though I was technically a millionaire now, broke-girl habits didn't disappear overnight. My frugal DNA was basically permanent. Like right now. At the Bellmont Senior Art Show setup, everyone else stood around directing hired workers to move frames and fix lighting. Meanwhile, I was on the floor in a paint-stained apron, hammering nails myself. A snicker came from behind me. "Well, if it isn't Mia Madden." Jada Lenon. The oil painting department's queen bee.

"Tell you what, I will still help your father push the right buttons, get him back in the game. For being such a good sport, you still get to walk away with 5 million naira, which will be for you. I will talk to your father, work out a way to settle some of his debts while we do some business together. It'll be alright." Jess was speechless for a minute. She thought for sure that she was going to walk away from their arrangement with nothing. Never in a million years would she have thought that Jack would feel the need to extend a hand of kindness to her but here he was, being the perfect gentleman and solving her problems just because their paths crossed. It was indeed a blessing in disguis

"That you were obsessed with Backstreet Boys in eighth grade. I know the street address of your first boyfriend, your niece's name, your roommate's phone number." He drew back suddenly. I shrank under his calculative gaze. I felt so…naked. "I have record of each breath you've ever taken, Bella." "Stalker." I stated. He snorted, before placing his hand on his chest, over his heart, and faked a painful moan. "Oh Bella," He mocked, "That hurt." So, Mariano Rivera was capable of sarcasm. I glared at him. "Do you…know everything?"

Unbeknown to him, the call can only be heard by a Luna Puer wolf, it was the calling for every Luna Puer Wolf astray from their pack, and it was a calling for the Luna Puer wolf to assemble, to unite. It was a calling for their true Alpha to come home. Justice and Victor were standing up in the tallest point of New York, staring at the bright Blood Moon. Victor had pocketed his hands, his hair silver and slick. He glanced at Justice, “That was Jennie.” He nods absently at the moon, then he starts walking away. “Ready yourself, Justice. We’re going home earlier than expected.” Justice stares at the blood moon. “The Moon God, is it bleeding for us? Why is it so red? Is this an omen?”

I knew today was make-or-break for this agreement. "I'll do everything I can to help." His computer chimed. "Showtime," he said, clicking to answer the video call. Mr. Amer Len appeared on the screen. He wasn't much older than Albert and, like him, had inherited the family business after his father retired. Unlike Albert, however, he looked like a man who actually enjoyed life. Maybe that was simply the European effect. While Albert's tie was perfectly straight, Mr. Amer Len wasn't wearing one at all. His shirt was casually unbuttoned at the collar.

“I will ask you one last time, are you going to investigate what happened to my husband and restore his good name?” Mira tried to lift Jack from the ground as she stood up. “Get lost.” Old master yelled in rage. Caster was staring smitten at the beautiful lady in front. She suited his taste very much. His lips curled up as he thought of his next prey. He turned his head to nod at John and Oden who were standing stuck to the ground. John and Oden rushed to Mira side and carried Jack.

Not some vulnerable defenseless punk. I caught sight of my reflection on the glass father had set down. My eyes were glowing, a bright orange red. Like flames. The ember stirred in my chest, responding to the anger coiling tighter and tighter inside me. Father had kicked off the desk, his eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight in front of him. He pressed his lips into a thin line and took a step closer to me. “Oliver,” his voice came out softer this time. “You need to calm—”

“Hey!” Patricia complained, lightly shoving her brother’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t introduce me to people like that! You’re so annoying!” “Then introduce yourself properly next time without stammering,” Christian deadpanned. Patricia pouted at him, then turned to Michael with a smile. “I’m Patricia Callahan. Pleased to meet you,” she said, extending her hand formally towards him. Michael reached out and shook it politely. “I’m Michael McGregor.” “Ah! I’ve heard about your family!” she said, and the enthusiasm was clear in her voice. She was so bubbly, so different from her usually impassive brother.

He comes back towards her and hands her the other drink; she grabs them and comes back towards me, and I raise my eyebrow at her. "What is that for?” I am confused. “A peace offering.” She says it and smirks. “For who?” I ask, still feeling confused. “For Mariah, silly, I got the whiskey for you to give you courage and the hypnotic for her since it’s her favorite drink; now march over there, offer her it, and ask her if you can speak with her privately; this is your only chance since Nick is not here.” Mila says, I nod, and she smirks.

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