Transformers Prime Fanfiction Jack Hiding Something Novels & Stories

Aleksandr turned to Jack, “I want you to pretend you haven’t told us anything. You were too scared to admit that you disobeyed my order and left the territory. Can you do that?” Jack nodded and swallowed, his throat bobbing, further revealing his nerves. “Jericho, I need you to keep up the search for the pup,” he quickly turns back to Jack, “She hasn’t returned yet, has she?” “No, Alpha.” “Good, keep the search going and reveal nothing of this conversation.” The two males turned abruptly and exited the office, leaving Aleksandr and I alone again. When the door closed and the footsteps had faded away, my mate turned to face me. He looked exhausted. I wanted to comfort him, but I had no id

Something else. I crushed the silver hair in my fist, felt it dissolve like it had never existed at all. But the memory remained. The evidence was in their eyes, their fear, their recognition of something they'd only heard about in stories. Jake's hand found my elbow, steady and sure. "Inside," he said quietly. "Now." As he led me away, I heard Connor giving orders, organizing patrols, pretending everything was normal. But nothing would be normal again. Because in my pocket, the letter Marty had almost shown me seemed to pulse with heat, like it knew its secrets were about to spill into the light.

Everett belongs to a world where the word protection comes with locked gates, private contracts, and public lies. Finn grabs the shirt and shoves it into the bag harder than necessary. The bedroom door opens. Owen stands there with the placement letter in his hand. Finn’s stomach drops. “Where did you get that?” “From the trash.” Owen’s voice is flat. “You are not as good at hiding things as you think.” Finn straightens too fast. The room sways. He hides it by turning toward the dresser. “We are leaving.” “No.” “Owen.”

I let my back rest against the back of the tub, and my body slides under the water, I hold my breath and go under. As I slide out from the water, the once clear water is now red. Wondering if I'd left it go, would I bleed enough for me to die. As my thoughts are turning dark, they get interrupted. When I hear the doorknob jingle, I jump, not wanting the door to open. “You locked the fucking door.” I watch as the door is busted open and falls off of its hinges and falls to the floor. “You said you would listen you dumb fucking half-breed.”

Dominic scowled at them and that widened Nathan's eyes. "Oh yeah, otherwise you have to sleep in the garden. Let's hurry up." Nathan said, immediately earning a glare from Dominic. The thing Dominic was trying to hide from the guard actually came out through Nathan. That stupid man! Justin's eyes widened when he heard Nathan and he immediately understood what was going on. He got serious in no time after all he couldn't let his best buddy sleep in the garden. But the guard was having a hard time handling his smile. His alpha, sleeping in the garden! He couldn't imagine!

"Hey Uncle, never mind! you don't have to fight!" "Bu ... but, Your Majesty ..." "Uncle Jacksen, last night I saw you hiding a freshly roasted chicken for dinner, right? the chefs in the kitchen were busy looking for it, but they didn't find it. They had to grill a new one. I saw you take the chicken somewhere! " Nathania grinned, having managed to uncover the secrets of these two bodyguards. Jacksen who could not evade, could only be silent as he swallowed hard. He really did not expect anyone to see his actions.

We’re already eating dinner and preparing for another night at work but there I was, zoning out just because my mind can’t stop thinking about Clarkson Peters. I smiled and nodded. “Yup, I’m good,” I told her as I continued eating. Heather frowned and narrowed his eyes at me. I know that she knows that I am not what I just told her that I am. She knows that I have something bothering me. “What’s it?” she probed. I sighed. I wanted to lie but I know I couldn’t lie to this girl in front of me. Heather is my best friend and she knows it when I am lying.

“No, Grandma. Just… just a bit dizzy.” She clucked her tongue. “You need to eat more. You’re getting too thin.” I forced a smile, a brittle mask. “I’m fine, Grandma.” But I wasn’t. I was trapped. Trapped by a man who was a monster in a prince’s disguise. Trapped by a secret that could destroy me. I looked around the small store, my home, my life. It was all I had. And I would protect it. I would protect my child. From him.

Which meant either Daniel Harris had hidden the information somewhere Jack could find it when the time came. Or Jack carried it without knowing he did. I sat with that for a long time. Then I stood up. Walked to the window. Stone City was fully awake outside. Moving and noisy and completely indifferent to the weight of what I had just learned. I thought about Jack in the east wing. Reading his books. Writing his notes. Paying attention to things trained security professionals missed. Carrying something he didn't know he was carrying. I needed to tell him. Not all of it. Not yet. The full picture had too many gaps still. Too many pieces that needed confirmation before I put them in front of s

Turns out, Jack had paid rogue wolves to fake his war-hero image in the Silvermoon Guard. The Elders didn't even get to vote. The Enforcers cuffed him on the spot. Locked away, finally. I visited Alice. She thought I came to gloat. But once I told her what Jack had done, she just... shut down. Days later, she handed me the final proof I needed to bury him. That sealed it. When I copied the video from the car, I caught him meeting a masked rogue. That's when I knew—Jack's whole image was smoke and mirrors.