Bambi Johnson Novels & Stories

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Blake's POV John led me into the room in the basement and the moment we got in the room, he pushed me against the wall, he wasn't that much stronger than me but he got me by surprise. "Promise me Blake." he said, "I know what you're lik- I know what we're like so please promise me that my little sister won't become one of your conquests." I was at a loss for words which only served to infuriate him, "Pro-" his voice cracked a little, "Promise me man." he looked up at me, his eyes shown more emotions than I've ever seen on him before, "not my sister. I pushed his hand off my neck, "I promise man, chill." I said and smiled.

Her smile gets bigger, and now she looks at me more shocked than when she realized that I’m Jamal Jones, and I smile proudly. “Yes, I’m Bambi.” “Oh, then you have nothing to be worried about. I heard Tris and Dee talk about Bambi a few times, well, about you, and I tell you, I never heard someone talk with so much love about a person.” The smile and the endearment in her eyes give me a little reassurance, and the weight on my chest gets a bit lighter. “You’ll be the first one to find out. You’re his or hers guardian angel after all.” She says as a fact, warming my heart. telling me that my Uber is here.

TOKYO, JAPAN CHLOE MAE BERSALES was wanted! Indeed. She'd been wanted in a good and bad way—from her enraged father to being a billion-dollar Baby Mama of an innocent soul that she would meet nine months from now. The page of her book went beyond extraordinary when the billionaire CEO of Greyson Stockholdings disclosed an offer she could not resist. Well, that was two months ago and in baby steps, she learned to play along in the cycle. An unexpected yet interesting progression in her old mundane life.

-If it's Jandé you're worried about, don't, she'll be fine as long as she's my wife. -I hope so. You know we love you very much, but if anything happens to Bambi because of you, I swear we will forget that you are our friend. -What are you guys talking about?” Jandé wanted to know as he approached them. -Man stuff, little Bambi, get your hands on this guy because he's so handsome and he could be stolen from you at any moment. Oh, look, we're coming. Now smile and give your husband some love kisses, little bambi. You have a long process ahead of you from now on, be very careful and don't let anyone take your man away from you. -she whispered in his ear.

She jumped up when she saw me. "Yo man what the fuck, you have to tell me when people are coming in here." She said gathering her pencils and shoving them under a pillow. I knew instantly that the art supplies had to be contraband. My eyes widened, I had never be seen real contraband in person. She most definitely was not assigned those tools, so how did she get them? "Relax Vixen." Fox said then gestured to me. "This is our newest, Bambi."

Else, Pa john will have to send you out in the next two months if you don't pay your rent. Finally, the meeting was over. Kimberly's joy knew no bounds. She followed her boss sluggishly behind him. "Thank God!" She blurted. "Thank God for what?" Damien turned to her. Arching his brows at her. "The meeting was boring." She answered sincerely. "No wonder you almost slept in there. Let's go out to eat. I'm famished." ********* "Guess what sir?" The unknown guy spoke to the man in sixties. "Talk to me, Bryan." The old man answered.

“About what?” “My job,” I whispered. “It wasn’t a coincidence. It wasn’t a real opportunity either. It was Giovanni. He owns the company, he orchestrated the interview, the offer, everything. I was just a pawn… I didn’t even realize it until he said it today. I was played for a fool and simply because I refused to listen, simply because I chose to be stubborn.” Damon’s eyes darkened slightly, but not with anger at me, at least, not the kind I feared.

I walked away before he could respond. Outside, the October air hit my face and I felt slightly more human. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I proceeded to pull it out. Madam Fantasy: Rest up, Jailbird. Fantasy Island will need you tonight. I sent back a twerking GIF. Crass, maybe, but that was Fantasy Island. Everything was crass there. Everything was performance and pretend and separating drunk rich people from their money. Another text came through from Keiko, another dancer: "I hear it is some oil executive's birthday. Big spender alert. Cammie says it is a politician’s son’s birthday tho."