Aries Jones Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I'll leave some men here to keep watch, in case those men come back, just for the time being. Your life might still be in danger." "If that is the case then why can't I just leave this town? Maybe tomorrow! We'll leave tomorrow and we won't have to worry about..." "No." Jones interrupted. He was a twenty eight years old detective with ash blond hair and ice blue eyes. His facial bone structure was so perfect his cheekbones could cut through a piece of glass. He was a real ladies man, not that he wanted the ladies but they all wanted him. Every female in his district, old as young was head over heels in list with his athletic build physique and enchanting blue eyes. His hair was natural just

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

Julius said, planting his palms firmly on his desk and he thankfully navigated the conversation away from topics of conversation we had yet to discuss. “I’m assuming our Luna here is up to speed about Wes?” “Yes.” Julius and I replied in unison. “Okay dynamic duo. Well, when I say he is perhaps the weakest person I’ve ever encountered, I’m not lying. This guy is talking and I’m not even asking questions.” “I’m sure you’re not doing nothing.” Julius scoffed. “I’ve electrocuted him a handful of times, sue me.” Dean rolled his eyes, crossing his forearms over his broad chest. “Anyway, he’s confirmed that Adrian is working with someone and he’s got connections in the Blue Moon Pack.”

He raised his hand towards his gun, not enough to cause a panic in Andre, but enough to make a move if he tried anything. “Christy,” Jones released the building tension in his hand with a deep breath, “She is responsible for this. She has this secret,” Andre tried to explain. “You want me to believe your best friend and boss is responsible for killing your ex and other girls you've slept with?” he sighed, “I knew you were a psycho, but I never thought you of this.” Jones turned to leave. “She loves me” just as he was about to shut the door, his brain registered the statement,

"Please, are you two implying that I am insufferable as a boss?" "Do not mind my presence, do carry on with your conversation from earlier," Hensley parried my question. Zharn wasted no time. "I want my friend back; right now, I do not know who you are. Tell 'em, Hensley." "I am not skilled in matters of the heart, Beta Zharn," my personal assistant responded. "Says the one with a wife and two kids," I grunted. "My personal affairs are more than enough," he adjusted his glasses.

Jones "Let me introduce everyone. I am Madame Green. I am the Chairman and CEO of RBG LLC. This man is Mr. Rick Green, the owner and Chairman of RBG Group Comglomerate, and also my husband. Next to him is Mr. Brian Wilson, Vice President of Operations and Company Advisor, as well as the Chairman's personal Manager and a close family friend. Mr. Matthew Moore, Vice President of Manufacturing and Aquisitions, and a close family friend. Mr. Brandon Reed, Vice President of Charitable Works and Head of RBG Group Events, and also a close family friend. Then we have General George Han, Vice President of Global Security and Technilogical Advisor, and once again, a close family friend. I said all of

I hear her say to herself as she is motivating herself not realizing the call is still going. I quickly wake my brother up and point to my phone I think he gets it and I put the call on speaker as I hear her taking deep breaths trying to calm herself down. I show my brother the number he track it while looking into whose it is. It comes back to a nineteen year old Jaymes Tevin Jones. It also shows her location out of the city in the forests. "You say Mark brother's friend?" I ask I hear a small gasp I'm sure she is shocked I'm still on the call. I signal my brother to get ready. He knows to also wake up at least a few more of my guys as I go to my room and get dressed.

Katya "I knew you would make the right decision. With this, you would have completely avenged your parents' deaths." Today, Mr. Jones, the middle aged chairman of the board, was in a black suit, paired with a tie that was almost choking his nonexistent neck. Small rectangular glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, his browning teeth flashed more widely. He was quite ecstatic, seated across from me at the round table, his eyes focused on me like a hawk, as though he were afraid that I would back out.

“First time I admit this out loud.” “You know Annie during a brief time being blind…she told me never to apologize for being honest or emotional. Showing your emotions is a sign of strength.” “Okay,” Aaron reached for his glass. “Earlier when I called, where is Annie?” “I am not sure. She was in a mood.” “About what?” “Do you know a woman called Grace Jones?” “I do; she is one of my partners in Crown Towers. Why,” “She killed Luke.” “Are you serious?” Aaron quickly gets onto his feet.

I caught that bulleting at the end. I didn’t know what it was about and what was it about our stock plummeting. Just what the hell was going on? I cut the call and checked on my phone. Written in bold the article was there. “Jones enterprise stock is plummeting following the news of their former CEO James Jone’s dirty laundry being aired for everyone to see. Mr Jones senior is accused of stepping out on his wife and enjoying time with a young call girl whose name was not disclosed. Sources say that the girl is old enough to be his daughter. Though not illegal what he did. His reputation is suffering a great deal.