Calling Johnny Novels & Stories

The Chihuahua was on the receiving end of some intermittent meaty titbits, as she scrolled through her social feeds. Johnny turned the engine off. It was time for the talk. The one needed to tie up loose ends. The conversation he prayed would keep him centered in her world. Clammy hands were a new experience for him and he swiped them over his jeans. Suck it up, dickhead, and make this right. Johnny opened the door and paused.

“Poor thing probably thinks I love her.” Max’s fists clenched. Blood roared in his ears. He took a step forward—but someone stopped him. It was Noah, one of the football guys, pushing a locker shut with a smirk. “You going to the afterparty tomorrow, Johnny?” “Oh, I’m not done with her yet,” Johnny said casually. “Already got the setup ready in my room. Camera’s hidden behind the speaker.” “What, like you’re recording it?” “Just in case,” Johnny said with a wink. “Gotta memorialize the magic, right?”

"I saw you in the newspaper. It turns out you're Cindy Farrah." "Hello," Cindy said. "You got your engagement broken off by house Dennis. Now you're with William. It's weird." Cindy whispered in William's ear. "I feel that it's best to leave. Johnny is the boss of the gang, he'll bleed to the touch." "There's no need to be afraid. I'll take care of everything." William said to Johnny. "Will you lend me the stone?" "You borrow my stuff, but talk to me in an arrogant tone." Johnny laughed mockingly.

Pointing our phones to Johnny. Johnny smiled and collected my phone while Silas held his own back. “This man again?” Jonny screamed. It left all of us confused. I was curious to hear him talk about the man. “What do you know about the man? Have you met him before?” I asked as I received my phone. “This man is a criminal. I have seen him here several times. However, a few days ago he was caught burglarizing a house but he escaped. Since then, we've been searching for him.” Johnny said, wearing a disappointed look.

A silent eve enveloped John's every step, but he was getting used to the silence. Jhonny opened the refrigerator, picked up a bottle of water and poured it into the glass. Accidentally his sense of sight caught the trash can under the pantry table, there was a piece of invitation paper there. Jhonny's forehead frowned, feeling that he had not received an invitation from anyone since last week. Jhonny took a short breath, otherwise Mark would have been Samatha who threw the invitation into the trash can. But why did they throw it away without telling Jhonny first?

Johnny replied me firmly. "Who the hell are you?." I asked as different unlikely thoughts filled my mind. "You won't even believe me if I told you?." Johnny answered trying to maintain sudden calm. Well my instincts have observed that this fella doesn't exactly do well with patience. "Try me..." I said casually. There was a certain tension in the atmosphere as I awaited his answer. "My real name is Johnny Sterling, Charles Sterling's bastard son from his mistress Elaine Jackie Briggs." He finally stated, his voice was void of any emotion.

“Let him try.” They stood like that for a long moment—just breathing, just being—until gravel crunched outside and the sound of a car engine grew louder. Johnny pulled back, heart in his throat, and crossed the room in three long strides. Alli trailed after him, her own heart thudding with anticipation. The door opened before Johnny even touched the handle. And then he was there. “Daddy!” John’s small voice pierced through the quiet like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. Johnny didn’t hesitate. He dropped his coffee, let it spill across the hardwood, and sank to his knees just in time for John to launch himself into his arms.

Until now. “I’m with Jenny Reed for the last half hour of her show so we can get to know each other,” Johnny said into the microphone, “and tomorrow morning you and she will have someone wonderful to wake up with at six a.m.” He flashed a nasty grin at Jenny knowing full well the intent of what he had just told over ten thousand listeners. Jenny didn’t give him the satisfaction of acknowledging his comment, but in her mind she was mentally strangling him with the headset cord.

Queen:: of course I love you so much babe Johnny:: hahaha, you just sounded like an actor right now and of course your one, your just acting. Do you think I am that naive? I saw how your expression changed yesterday when you and your friend saw my car. Out of a sudden you started calling me babe, let me be clear with you on something here, get what you want from me and I get what I want from you, afterall your very good in s*x, so give me the s*x while you have the money. And let me make this very clear to you, never try to cause a scene on this campus if you see me with another girl, you might just regret knowing Johnny Williams. Is that clear?

The receptionist glanced up, sizing him up quickly but not unfriendly. “Do you have an appointment, sir?” Johnny shook his head, eyes steady. “No. But it’s urgent.” “You need—” “Tell him or her, I'm Johnny Lucas.” Johnny snapped. She froze, her eyes widening, almost in disbelief, standing in front of one of Lucas's bloodline? There was a brief pause as she tapped something into the computer. “Wait here, please.” Johnny didn’t move, his gaze sweeping over the room. But even after another long sweep, it just felt normal. There was nothing special or odd about this firm.