Novel & Cerita Jack Kline Supernatural

Claire said mockingly. Pointing at Daniel’s picture, “what makes him your suspect and how do you know he is a vampire?” Rebecca inquired. “At Kibich University, I saw him standing on a mezzanine floor across the crime scene. As soon as I went in for a closer look, he disappeared,” Claire explained. “The same thing happened at her father’s house…your late husband. He…” pointing at Daniel’s picture, “…also vanished when she went to confront him. No human can do that,” Johnson added.

Sabtu malam di sebuah kamar yang penghuninya sedang asyik sendirian. Entah apa yang sedang dikerjakan Janu. Matanya fokus dan tak berkedip menatap layar laptop. 'Jack, nongkrong, yuk.' Sebuah pesan masuk ke ponselnya. Ternyata dari Abraham. Janu yang sedari tadi hanya bermalas-malasan segera membuka dan membacanya.

she teased, voice breathy. “Not as sweet as you,” he murmured, pulling her into his lap, his hand sliding around her waist as he nipped her earlobe. She squealed in protest, half-laughing, half-aroused—right before he tossed her playfully onto the bed. Suddenly, he froze. His eyes clouded over as he received a mindlink. Darina sat up, watching him. The smile slowly faded from his face. “Jackie’s body was found dead in her cell this morning,” he said.

"I'm glad we're on the same page. Now, be a dear and lead the way. Oh, and you—skinwalker—you're coming too." He jabbed a finger at Lina. "She's not involved—" I croaked, dragging myself to my feet. "You're still defending this thing?" Jack's grin twisted into something crueler. "What an idiot. Haven't you figured it out, or is your brain that tiny? Don't you know that skinwalkers attract all kinds of predators out there?" I clenched my jaw. My head was spinning and I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to think about that right now.

he said with a grin. Jack shook his head. He'd met some strange creatures in his life. Still, none were as odd as Clint Walker. Which was the name he had taken once he had watched 'The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly' and had a bit of a vamp-crush on Clint Eastwood. He was a vampire, doctor, charity worker, and a kind, good-hearted soul, even if he didn't have one of those. He was a couple of hundred years older than Jack, and the fascination with the human body was Clint's raison d'être, even in those far-off days. Jack had found him in a churchyard digging bodies up so that he could examine them. That was how he'd become a Vampire. The guy had dug a body up, and it wasn't as dead as it should

One had the soft round shoulders of a man who belonged to screens; the other had a sharper posture, a neat beard, a voice with a thick Middle Eastern cadence. “These latest results are good enough,” the bearded one said, low, the kind of certainty born of long nights and bad bargains. “It took six months to crack Supernatural,” the other replied. “The politician better be pleased.” They turned the corner, oblivious to the shadows that watched them leave. Jack’s hand flicked forward. Ghost Team flowed, soundless. At the RESEARCH door, Jack split the unit with a glance. Michelle’s element peeled off, shadows slipping to secure the next block. Jack took his core—a knife of four—and slid inside.

He quickly scrolled through his contact list, then dialled a number and put it on speaker. “Erm, ey, Officer Kyle,” answered a nervous, high-pitched voice. “Jack, long time.” “Shit, am I in trouble again?” Jack asked nervously. Kyle let out a curt laugh, “If you were, I’d see you face to face.” Jack let out a nervous laugh, “True, true, what do ya want then?” “You come from a line of great priests the Griseo Magus, is it not? You even practised the dark arts yourself?”

v: "I never told you to trust me,'' I said. "Ace, do you think we can trust her enough to leave Mia here" I hear Damian ask his wolf. Magic. Let me introduce myself. My name is Sybil Leek and I was born on February 22, 1917, in England (A/N: Yes she is a real person, and if you don't believe me g****e her). I moved to the USA when I was 20. The whole world thinks that I died of cancer in 1982 but I am still alive living in the world of the supernatural. I met Jessica's parents when I was visiting an old friend of mine. They came and asked me to help them protect their little girl because they knew that they didn't have much time, And that was 10 years ago on new years eve.

Lisa just sighed, Jack had always been stubborn. "Please, promise me you'll consider waiting for me. It won't be that long." Jack was bent on finding a solution. "Okay." It was useless to argue and Lisa knew it. Jack had proven to be a completely different man from what everyone said he was. He was kind and sensitive, a completely different personality from the domineering CEO. Lisa never thought he'd see the day Jack was tender but she was actually lying in his bed, on top of him with him promising to find ways to protect her against her demons.

She was more shocked to find out he went to Morgan's High. "Who's he, Boss?" She asked. He scoffed. "Rather than who, It's what..." "Oh, Uh... What is he, Boss?" Kristen asked. Clyde sat down on the opposite chair, and rubbed the desk in between him and the being, with his palm. "A supernatural being. Definitely not a vampire" Clyde replied. Kristen swallowed hard, in curiosity. "I have a few questions, boss and I'm really sorry for my inquisitiveness" She muttered.