Jack Slash Novelas e Histórias

Jackson brought his men forward as he rushed and cursed, while Javier held the jack that was close to 20 pounds in his hand and closed the trunk. Did Javier need to wield a weapon to go up against vermin? Of course not! Javier brought out the mechanical jack because he would feel a bigger kick out of the fight with it! “You dare bring your men right up to my doorstep, eh? I’m going to beat the living lights out of you all!” ‘I-Is he a monster!?’ Jackson had always thought he was the descendant of a monster, the kind that would wander around with its bloodied mouth wide open.

My fingers brushed his, and for a second, he didn't let go. "He’s tough, Lila," Jax said, sitting in the chair next to me and leaning his head back against the wall. "Asher has a skull like a battering ram and the ego of a small dictator. He’s too stubborn to let a little thing like gravity finish him off."

He decided not to have a road name. Jack is the shortest of the three brothers, at just 6’ even, with black hair and blue eyes. Depending on the occasion he could be wearing a beard or clean shaven. Jack has the "open mouth insert foot" syndrome. It often gets him in trouble. Jazz is a bartender for now, until she decides what she wants to do with her life. She enjoys being a badass biker chic and with nothing keeping her from doing whatever she wants to do. School is just not for her. Jade said it was a miracle she graduated high school.

The golden flecks in his eyes swirled, making them brighten and flash dangerously. Towards the left of the stage stood Zeke, his arms crossed in front of him, a crucial ally for our pack and a trusted friend. Asher’s Beta stood to the right, a quiet man who saw much more than the rest of us. He peered out into the crowd; his face neutral beneath the harsh stage lights.

"This is Shia, not Dasha." "And so what if it's Shia?" Wilbur said coldly. Jack smirked. "I can make you disappear anytime I want here. Got it, Mister Dashan?" "Aren't you from Dasha too?" Wilbur frowned. Jack sneered. "I used to be, but not anymore. I'm going to change nationalities in no time and become Shian for good. Wilbur could not help but shake his head. "You ingrate, forgetting your roots." "How dare you say that to me, you bastard! I've not even given you any trouble!" Jack said.

Even senior hunters like Kiara Decker, Grisha Frowler, and Akash Bakshi did not make any less of him. Jake was also famous for having a very lackadaisical personality. He detested going to events, parties, and even inter-clan meets. He rarely competed for battle tournaments and leaderboards positions. When several clans' prodigies were trying to earn a name for themselves and their clans, Jake rarely came out of his lukewarm bubble. Even his clan members were stressed about his fickle behavior. This had led others to believe that Jake Collins was a vulgar and unpleasant guy.

Jack sat on a table and Rose kept the plate of moon cake in front of him when Jack lift his hand his sleeves of the Armani suit slide at back and Rose saw the faded scratch wound on his wrist. Rose had itched on her tongue to ask about it, but she has to maintain the respect of her client. Jack noticed her gaze on his wrist and pulled his sleeves forward. "A photo frame had broken off my room and when I was picking the glasses, I accidentally scratched one piece to my left wrist," Jack said. Rose saw the tall, handsome, sharp-featured young man with weird expressions. Wouldn't he be rich enough with the team of servants why was he playing with broken glass by himself and also this scratch is

Anirudh clenched his jaw, his knuckles turned white hearing the word and aggressively he pushed the brake to halt the car making everyone lean forward with a jerk. "I think we have reached." Adarsh tried to dissolve the thickness of the deadly situation.

Jack said calmly. Wilson froze for a moment. He realized one should never pick a fight with a man who knew how to code. With a sigh, he said helplessly, "So now you've pissed off the Judds and whoever's behind them." "I've spent my whole trip digging into the Judds. If anyone dares back them up, I'll expose their secrets next. I don't even run a company. They can't touch me." Jack leaned back in his chair. There was a casual yet determined look in his eyes.

he smiled widely. The only thing I got from that was that the tall piece of man meat was going to be staying with us and I've just been dumped, it's the best thing that could ever happen, I mean, just imagine waking up and walking into the bathroom to see him, shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his v-line a little, the messy wet hair and the water sliding down his body. "Go say hi." Jonathan said, pulling me from my thoughts. My mum had already left and he was looking straight at me and him, "Okay." I said and began walking towards him, "Hi," I extended my arm, "I'm Jade."