Agent Jones Novels & Stories

The grey suit that he was wearing hugged his body perfectly in all the right places and his black hair was styled to perfection. His out stretched hand looked manly but my day dreaming was cut short when I saw the gold ban on his fingers. I smiled while taking his hand and shaking it. He mentioned for me to sit and I did so thanking him. So this was Mr. Jones. “My name is Thomas Jones, I am the personal assistant of Apollo Stone. You came with high recommendations from Lord Christopher, and I do hope you will accept our offer today” so he was a personal assistant and Lord Christopher! what did he mean by Lord Christopher was he talking about Chris? I’d have to ask Sin about some things when

I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers into my temples. See your doctor soon. The thought landed heavier than it should have. The work phone beeped. Once. Sharp. Controlled. I straightened immediately. “Yes,” I said. “Your meeting with the private investigator is in five minutes,” my chief of staff said. “He’s confirmed.” “Good,” I replied. “I’m on my way.” The line disconnected. Joe Jones. The name still annoyed me. Too ordinary. Too forgettable. The kind of name that slipped through cracks and reappeared where it mattered. I had been told, repeatedly, that he was the best in the city. Not flashy. Not loud. Just thorough.

he says firmly, looking the men hard in the eyes. “We will certainly do that. You understand that we are looking for a client and perpetrator. Don't take it personally, we're just doing our job," Jones tells him. He notices that Aziel is not impressed by his intimidating attitude. “Well, I think you're on the wrong track. You will not find your targets here. But of course, you are always welcome here to investigate”, says Aziel dryly.

From the shadows, her target emerged. Malik “King” Jones. He moved with a predator’s grace, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim light. He was dressed in a simple black Henley and dark jeans, but the authority he carried was heavier than any armor. His eyes, sharp and intelligent, scanned her from head to toe, missing nothing. “You’re the new connection?” he asked, his tone conversational, as if they were meeting at a coffee shop. “That depends,” Val countered, crossing her arms. The movement strained the fabric of her deliberately tight, low-cut top. “Are you the man who can move the product I need? Or am I wasting my time with middlemen?”

He doesn't miss a shot and once he's in motion, there is no stopping until you are dead. Jones snapped him out of his plans. “I can handle him. Send messages across. I'm Jace Steele, and I cannot be killed.” “But you almost died days back.” Jones scowled. “But I never did because I cannot be killed by a lesser breed.” He defended as he sat down on the bed. “Just go on, send my warnings. If he acts contrary to my order, then I'll be forced to challenge him in a hand-to-hand combat!” He snarled angrily before sending Jones away.

“I understand. This would not happen again. I will be more careful.” Agent Johnson gave a slow nod, his expression serious but softened. “Good. Just make sure you think twice next time before diving headfirst into a situation. We can’t afford any more close calls.” “Understood,” I replied, my voice steady as I met their eyes, committing to the silent promise I was making them and myself. Agent Thompson’s gaze lingered on me for a moment before he glanced back down at the phone. “You got us valuable intel,” he admitted grudgingly, “but remember, there are no lone wolves here. This agency has rules for a reason.”

he said and reached for a shot glass. “May I?” he asks before pouring a glass of wine to Mr. Jones’ glass. Mr. Jones laughed, obviously amused. “Now, now, I am starting to like you, man.” He said and let him pour him a drink. At the end, the conversation went well but Mr. Jones didn’t agree on selling him the ten percent of his share on Mavro’s company. He told him it was too risky and he did not want any mess. Mr. Jones is an excellent businessman, he has wide connection so he knew about Jacob and Howard being brothers and he can sense that Howard is preparing for a war and he is not willing to take part of it.

His eyes went to Steve who was still standing there with all eagerness. Jerk. "Who is this?" Jones asked me. "Um...he is.." "Steve Carmen. Nice to meet you" He cut me off. He extended his hand for a shake which Jones didn't refuse. Why would he? He won't if he knew how this jerk here made my life a living hell back then at Sinion. All the insults and mockeries, God It's still so vivid in my head. "Am Jones Martins her husband" Jones said with all possessiveness which I liked especially now in front of this jerk.

Joseph said, patting his Son on the shoulder. “I’m not giving up. I’ll teach this Bitch a lesson. She will soon regret her actions and will be servicing my dick by this afternoon, or my name is not Leon Jones of the Jones family.” Leon took a stand and made a call.

I mean, now that we have found them after all these years of waiting, we should not waste time and most of your rivals will try to get to you or even me by trying to hurt them' James tells him. 'Yeah. I know' Jones replies curtly. 'We should not take chances. Asmodeus is dangerous and you know that.’ James says and Jones nods to it. 'Yeah, I would not mind leaving my mate here but I have to take her for my own reasons, for my own good friend.’ Jones says, staring into nothingness. Author’s note; Thank you for reading, stay safe.