Andre Johnson Jr Novels & Stories

When Lia saw the video, she was taken aback and stared at me with a mixture of surprise, "What is this, exactly? Why are you on the big screen?" "Just keep a watch on it." "Everyone has a fantastic evening! I'm sorry and I have to do this right now but don't worry, it'll be short, it'll only take about ten minutes," said John Anderson in the video. "First and foremost, I'm John Marco Anderson. I'm currently a Senior High Grade 12 student at Agusan National High School and a varsity basketball player for Team Eagles. I just wanted to let you know that I've been here tonight with you."

I bounded up the stairs, taking them two at a time in my rush to get to my best friend, who, as I came to the landing, I could see was firmly in the grasp of Adrian, peering up at him in fear but also… something else, something I didn’t bother deciphering in that moment. “Ah, here they are, finally!” Adrian stated, his dramatic flair working in overtime as he moved his hand from Maeve’s waist to the countertop behind him, leaning lazily against it. She almost looked disappointment at the loss of his touch, her brow slightly pinching together before her gaze met mine and relief was replaced by whatever had crossed her mind seconds earlier. “Julius, I feel like I know you already but I am happ

Andrew took a few steps towards Adrian, facing him even more closely. Adrian smirked listening to his brother. Andrew was too impatient to beat around the bush. “ Why do you care?” Adrian rubbed his temple with his fingers, questioning him back. “ Really Addy? I do care because I know for sure that my brother has something to do with this. I FUCKING CARE cause you are not only a random Adrian. You are ADRIAN ALAN JOHNSON, the youngest son of The Johnson family. Do you even realize what this stupid, impulsive act of yours can cost our family?

Managing to meet the older man’s eyes, she confirmed that he was addressing her. “My name is Ronald, by the way.” He said. “Meanwhile, don’t be surprised or embarrassed. My grandson here, tells me everything and I equally tell him everything because he is my favorite. You see, your boyfriend here is a wonderful young man. He is intelligent and compassionate-”

Ravens pov Man that was the hottest thing I have ever seen, not to mention the beauty of the woman in front of me, I have been around a lot of gorgeous woman in my life and even fucked a lot of them but none of them came close to this woman. She just turned around like nothing happened and sat down to put her knee high black boots on, like it was the most natural thing to happen. The same guards as before came in again and just shook their heads at the rouge, showing no signs of sympathy for the man dying on the cell floor. "Now how did we know that was going to happen" he chuckled and ordered one of the other guards to take the rouge out of the dungeon, he waited until the hallway was clear

the guy with the wavy blonde hair jokes once we’re within earshot. Reid leans in toward me, slipping an arm around my shoulders. “Don’t listen to Jax,” he murmurs teasingly. “He’s just salty that so many of these females can kick his ass.” “I heard that,” Jax calls, shooting Reid a glare. He slides his gaze over to me. “For the record, Serena, that’s not true.” “Sure it isn’t,” the Jason Momoa lookalike chuckles, tucking Astrid under his arm.

I felt naked. "You look wonderful," he murmured. "As you do," I smiled. Zharn, the tallest of the group, leaned against the doorway, his white Henley snug against his lean frame, dark blue jeans fitting just right. His white sneakers were crisp, his black bead bracelet and silver ring subtle but elegant. His blonde hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, but a few strands fell over his forehead. His gaze slid to Sophie, a smirk playing at his lips. "Not bad, princess."

"Let's just forget about all the negatives and just shop till we drop." She nodded her head and pulled me towards a boutique that had mini chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. We walked in and I noticed John stood away in a corner with Julia. "Hey, John!" I called out. I just wanted to see how Julia was holding up. "Aaron, hey! Is this your fiancée? Helena is it? We haven't formally met. I'm John and this is my daughter Julia." Julia waved her hands and Helena smiled at Julia. "It's very nice to meet you."

“Yeah, but if the Tulsa team has already approached this guy several times, and he doesn’t want to join them, why would he go with us now?” “I don’t know,” Aaron replied, pushing the door open. “She asked us to try, so we’ll try.” He got out of the car and headed into the establishment, hoping to get this over with rather quickly. It only took him a moment to find the man he was looking for. At six-two and well over two hundred pounds, an unruly mop of dark hair on his head, he was certain the guy in the back with the pool stick in his hand, his mouth running, and a crowd of onlookers surrounding him must be Elliott Sanderson.

Well mostly Arianna. "Hi, mind if we sit here?" Arianna requests, blinking her eyes and sucking in a lip. Oh come on. Johnson eyes widen before scanning her body, his lips pull up in a smirk but drops when his eyes lands on me. I definitely didn't miss the flash of terror in his eyes. "Yes sure." He replies nonchalantly, waving us off. Johnson has medium-length dirty blonde hair, light grey eyes and was about six feet tall. He had regular features that could almost be called