Yellowjackets #jackie Novels & Stories

she said with a smirk, "assistant." I smiled back, then went to make them. I didn't mind this particular task, because during the party at the Domitia mansion, I had learnt something interesting. Jackie was allergic to grapefruits, so she liked her cocktails with pineapple juice instead. I went ahead to prepare one with pineapple juice and the other four with grapefruit juice, knowing that Jackie was glancing my way from time to time. Then I took the drinks to them and served each one a glass. Then I settled into my sunbed and happily sipped my pineapple flavored cocktail.

She looked terrified, but determined. "I'm ready," she whispered. I nodded, taking her hand. Her fingers were ice cold. I laced mine through hers, a silent promise. I've got you. We headed downstairs. The house felt too big, too empty now. Jackie was waiting by the front door. She looked exhausted, but she held up a small, dark blue booklet like a trophy. "It cost triple, and I think I threatened a federal agent's family dog," she said calmly, handing it to me. "But it's done. The jet is prepped at the airstrip. The car is waiting out front."

Jacky looked behind and said to Katherine who had taken down the gun from her hand long ago. "No, don't do this, you guys can run away somewhere, but don't kill Zac," Jazzy interrupted in an urgent tone because she started to like the man, and there was a bright future she had seen in her head already, which could be turned into reality as long as Zac lived. "Keep your desire to yourself otherwise I will feed you to the shark roaming in the ocean and then dream of increasing your money in their stomachs," Jacky hissed.

She started eating and thought to herself with a glimmer of hope in her heart, 'If Salvatore can become normal, maybe it won't be so hard to survive by his side. "I need to use the bathroom." She got up and headed to the bathroom. She washed her hands and stared at her reflection in the mirror, feeling trapped. She shook the water off her hands and walked outside. "Ashlynn?" She turned around and paled. "Do you remember me? I'm Jackie from the slum." "You have the wrong person." She turned to leave, but Jackie stood in her way.

Her hands were all over me, like she was trying to see if I was going to feel any kind of pain. I almost chuckled. I took her hands in mine immediately. “I’m fine, Violet,” I told her, and she seemed less stressed. But that didn’t remove the frown lines that were on her forehead. “Are you guys trying to get him killed?” Mira asked, looking around. I looked around one more time and saw the other person that I wanted to see so badly. Jackie. “Did you put something in my syrup?” I asked, and she bit her lip, wringing her hands together. That gave me the answer that I was looking for. She definitely did something. I didn’t care if she was willing to admit the whole thing.

Around us, murmurs threaded through the crowd , curiosity, amusement, the soft click of bets being placed in invisible ledgers. "Jackie, step out here." Right on cue, a female stepped forward. Wavy blond hair tied into a ponytail with a face dressed up with the right consistency of makeup. For training? Really? "This is Jackie." Her ponytail flicked as she moved, and the sun kissed the highlights in her hair. There was a practiced sheen to her appearance that said she took value in looking the part, even for a fight. "Hi." I greeted. "Humph." She rolled her eyes before they switched back to her Alpha.

Snapping back to the present, she said, “Werecat? Like werewolves? That can’t be real.” At the mention of werewolves, both Laura and Luke flinched, visibly disgusted. “We are nothing like those hounds,” Luke said, his voice smooth, the sound vibrating in Jackie’s bones. “We can control ourselves. And, not to mention, we smell much better.” A laugh broke free from Jackie’s lips, sharp and disbelieving, bordering on manic. ‘I’ve lost it. All of this can’t be real. These people are crazy! I need to get out of here. I need to find Drea.’

Jack sat back on the bar stool. His eyes were big. He ran his hands through his brown hair. Did he hear Mr. Gibson correctly? He was Henry Kingsley? No! He was Jack. He's always been Jack. This was impossible! Mr. Gibson must be wrong. He must have him confused with someone else. "Mr. Gibson, I'm sorry, but you must be mistaken. My name is Jack. I grew up at Old George Orphanage. I'm no Kingsley descendant, I'm sure of it."

Darina replied, gesturing to Silvia as well. "I don't have a wolf," Jackie said, falling to her knees and closing her eyes. She murmured something under her breath. "What are you doing?" asked Silvia. "Praying to the Moon Goddess," Jackie answered, her eyes shut tight. "Not the best time; we could be caught any minute," huffed Bianca, but Jackie remained unmoved.

I told them both, racing up the stairs. Jackie is 6 years younger than me. She has mom’s blonde hair with dark blue eyes. She has the pointed ears that I lack, and more elf magic. She didn’t get a dragon like me, but she did get a wolf. She hated that she couldn’t fly with us in the sky. “Jackie?” I called her name as I knocked.