Celeb Jared Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was that girl from earlier in the day. He watched as she sat down on the concrete step and drank from a can of beer. Typical he thought. He was about to click off not concerned at the moment what she was doing when another figure appeared in the camera, he recognized the guy to be Jared, the son of Rapture Investments. Curious now why someone that is one of societies elites would be visiting someone like Josey.

With a sigh she wondered if she would still miss him. It has been awhile now, Jared had been preoccupied with what was happening in his personal life that he had neglected his duties as the CEO of Walker Corporation. Most of the things went on without his knowledge but still today he wasn’t in the mood for business. There was only one thing on his mind, to tell the whole world that Celine is his wife.

he stood up while loosening his tie. Regret was filling up his chest. What was he thinking when he agreed to act with her? What could he do to hasten this? But Jade still has three months to go before the baby's due. When Jared came back to their table, Gwyneth asked him that they take a selfie so she could post it in her social media account. Reluctantly Jared agreed to it, despite it all, he still managed to pull a natural smile. The next day, Jared was climbing down the car when he was suddenly surrounded by reporters.

After parting ways with Noah, I head straight to his office when I heard whispering voices coming from a corner. I stopped and hid behind to listen. "No father, please don't hurt them." The voice cried out in mercy. "I'll do anything that you want me to do. Just don't hurt them." It was Jared. Who was he talking to and why does he sound so scared? "I promised to get Caden. I did all I could but my plan failed through." He went on to say and I gasped inaudibly. He planned to hurt me? Was he talking about the pictures that were leaked on the school's website?

The battle on the day after tomorrow might as well be declared right now—the Yaegers' victory was set in stone! Jared felt as though he had just received his SAT scores and knew he was going to get into the world's most premium university, guaranteed. He sent Ian to the Capital City Hotel and dispatched six bodyguards to protect him. Then, once he left the hotel entrance, Jared actually began to hum a tune, clapping his hand to the beat. Even he was unaware of how goddamn ecstatic he was until his son remarked with a grin, "Wow, dad. I haven't seen you this happy since forever."

Madison replied. “Ditto!” Crissy responded. “I’m sure you’ll be cheer captain again this year. You’re so good and such a great leader!!” MJ said. “What can I say? Cheer is my life!” Madison shouted. “So, when’s the last time you saw Jared?” Madison asked. “A few weeks ago. He gets home today from football camp.” MJ said. “Maybe he’ll notice you more? You got your braces off. Now if I could only talk you into contacts!” Madison said.

I am already frustrated, and I think it will add more to my frustration if he talks. Then we heard the organizers call us as we were about to walk on the red carpet. "On this day, a child from one of the greatest and most powerful families in the country was born! Celebrating his sixth birthday, let us welcome, together with his beloved parents, Jared Lopez Falcon, son of Miss Pennelope Lopez and Mr. Ethan Falcon!" Jared was in between us as we walked on the red carpet. Everyone looked at us as they stopped everything that they were doing.

Tife leaned across the counter, smiling at me. "Jared's a regular here. Either participating in the sing-off or just sitting here downing glasses of whiskey or tequila." he laughed, "Abella's been trying to get him to speak since the day he stepped in here. Weird, huhn? He's never said a word. Only uses his mouth to sing. Strange guy." I raised a brow. "Are you really gossiping about a guy to me while he's sitting like two inches away?" Tife grinned.

At least one of us was living and that was more than enough. “He’s okay,” Jared said softly. “Strong heartbeat and his growing perfectly.” “Thank God,” I sighed in relief. We were quiet for a moment, then he spoke. “So… you never told me your husband was royalty.” “He’s not,” I muttered. Jared looked at security. “Sounds like drama.” “You don’t know the half of it.” He laughed, sitting back. “Well, I grew up in drama. At least up until my sister was killed. And I studied medicine under a boss who yells like a wolf every five seconds. So yeah, chaos? I live in it.”