Overwatch Jack Morrison Novels & Stories

Jack asked with an eyebrow raised, and I pointed my finger to the large yellow Stuart the Minion sitting on a bench. "Win it for me," I begged with the best puppy eyes I could muster. "Why don't I win it for you, Princess?" Liam said as he stood next to Jack. "Just like old times, eh, Jack? Where I always give your girls what they want and always win," he added with a slow smirk spreading on his lips. I was about to tell Jack not to bother, but he grabbed the water gun and handed the vendor a five-dollar bill while glaring at his brother. "Not this time, Liam."

At the end, Axel won this round. “It’s a win for us” Ezekiel was sitting on the edge of the seat. The next round started in the wolf form. The warrior was from our pack. Name Jack. I know him personally. His height is intimidating as he is six feet three inches. Even Oliver had to look up at him. His wolf was large. He has trained under my dad for as long as I remember. Our warrior did not let Oliver take a single hit. Oliver was frustrated as he tried to make an attack but all the attacks were against him as he was bitten and roughened up by my warrior. Dad was smirking. Looks like dad was waiting for this.

JACKLA “No, I don’t want to kill her yet,” I said, forcing my voice to sound as confident as possible. “I just want to talk to her. It’s been a while since you abandoned her down there, and we still need information.” “Abandoned isn’t the word, Foxy,” he murmured. Morano stood up from his chair. He walked to the edge of his desk and sat on top of it, facing me directly. The power of his presence unlocked a sudden, breathless panic in my chest, gluing me to the floor.