Ban And Jericho Novels & Stories

Children hooted, elders clapped, and Nathan whooped from the barbecue station. Jericho watched it all with an unreadable face, then leaned toward Jason as the applause faded. “This is impressive,” he admitted. “But don’t mistake happy children for warriors. A day will come when your roads and your market won’t protect you.” Jason kept his voice calm. “And on that day, we’ll show you that our unity is our strength.” Jericho grunted, clearly unconvinced. “We shall see.” The day ended with a final sharing feast, long tables stacked with fresh bread, sweet lamingtons, and steaming pots of stew. Packs mingled and swapped stories. Even a few WA wolves relaxed enough to smile, tossing a ball to som

She is sure Thea had taken her brother to their spot, she didn’t branch class or her locker and went straight to the rooftop. Like she expected she meant the two siblings, bickering as usual. Jericho graduated high school last year and was purposely staying at home because he wanted experience before enrolling into college. Thea was a year younger than him and both are like twins. The one that doesn’t get along though, but love each other. Thea would kill for her brother, and he would do the same for her. “Beat it Jericho. I’m smarter than you, I just can’t click on computers.” Thea deadpanned her argument.

“I just want to know who is so interested in me that they spend billions for 17 years.” “It's not just a group of people,” Mr. Gordon said. “Project Jericho is a movement, a government program aimed at creating an army with superhuman abilities. Even if you get rid of me and the Chesterfields, Project Jericho would continue. They'll just send more scientists, and more soldiers, and create a new base. So, just come with me, Abby.” “Abby isn't going anywhere,” Blake said as he struggled to stand up. “You could've at least used silver bullets if you wanted to kill me.”

Jericho Bailey, a restaurant magnate and the Montreal family's rival when it comes to Turkish restaurant businesses. "Uh, Okay," Jericho yielded. He looked at Dos and said, "Don't do that again, Dos. Momma and Dada was worried, okay?" He searched for Rhezi's hand and squeezed it softly. Kraius didn't fail to notice the action and his jaw immediately tightened at the sight. "Sorry, Dada," Dos said afterwards, looking genuinely apologetic.

He was further surprised to see it was Jericho. "You look like someone coming to make peace,boy." William nodded at him. "You gat a cigar stick there?" Williams added.Jericho stood before him, shoving his hands into his pockets. He brought out a pack of cigarettes with a lighter and threw them at Williams who collected it while staring at him. "Am I getting out of here soon?" "Don't get your hopes high,old man." Jericho said and turned his back. "You were right about Nina. You Know her so well."

My body came in contact with this big stone, feeling my neck cracking a bit. "Damn! I've always craved for a serious fight with someone," Bane said, getting fired up. I was on the ground, slowly getting to my feet from the impact. My eyes spotted the road leading to the next exit out of Wolf Crest. A voice told me to make a run for it, but my ego... "Isn't this a slap to my face? A woman is beating the hell out of me like I'm a weakling! No! I am Jerome! I will not take this!" I raged, refusing to take this insult.

Lorcan asked him innocently as if this was all a coincidence, but Jericho knew it better. After all, Jericho and Lorcan are the best of friends and they treat each other like brothers. The relationship they have is the same as the relationship that Raven and Celia used to have. “It was fine. Luckily no one surprised us in the way.” By surprise Jericho meant an ambush. Lorcan smiled at him. “Glad that you were all safe.” “Well, excuse us for a moment Lorcan. I still have to report to your father and tell him that we had arrived.” Jericho took a step forward, but before he could walk past Lorcan, Lorcan grabbed him down by his shoulder, refusing to let him walk even further.

It was utter chaos. Robert and Emma were incredibly frantic. My parents stood firm on their decision—the engagement was voided. It meant the ties the Millers had relied on for years were now completely severed. Miller Group had already been in decline. It survived only by clinging to its alliance with Winslet Group, leveraging that connection to hold up appearances and gather resources. Now that the bond was broken, their business partners who cooperated out of respect for Winslet Group would likely turn their backs soon. They might really be finished.

Jericho was as tall as his brother's but his body was lean and toned. Scanning the room, his eyes landed on me and lit up with interest, "You must be Daniella," Jericho smiled and it was unlike the smile I received from his two brothers. This smile looked genuine, "Nice to finally meet you. My brother over here hasn't stopped talking about you." He looked over to Ace who all but sent Jericho a death glare.

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.