Chris Janson Novels & Stories

I said. “I’ve heard about you,” another of them said, pointing at me, “Cato Loren. The so-called top dog at Manson high school, huh?” “So you’re the one the girls obsess over? Your reputation procedes you, Cato,” Jackson said, stepping closer to us, “This your friend?” “My cousin.” “Oh, how cute,” Jackson jeered, “Mind if we borrow him for a minute or two?” “Look, we didn’t mean to bother you,” I said, “We’ll be on our way.”

" No please don't do this Brian please." The girl cried out as I launched at her tearing a part of her cheek as she screamed in horror and pain. I enjoyed her tastes. "Shhh, it'll be over soon my lovely." I said as I dried off her tears with my fingers and continued feasting upon her face. I usually loved to dine on my prey on the table while they are tied down. I live alone, except for my one and only servant. Mr. Wilson is what I call him. My parents had passed when I was a lad, but they were like me. Cannibals. They raised me to believe how they believed. Feed upon the young and you remain young forever. I have never felt love for no one except maybe my parents and my servant.

I try to stand and feel pain in my foot I look down an see it bandaged I don't care at the moment because I wanna go home with the gun still pointed at them. "Hey, careful you took quite a beatings, your body might hurt and you need to rest. I see a bit of panic in you eyes but you need to just lay down and calm down." Say the guy that I realized is Niko who was in final year last year in Varsity, he has the bad boy thing down to the T and as I look at the guys they look alike and my guess is they brothers.

Chris said as he took his hand. The man was young but Chris was younger. I was guessing he was in his late twenties or early thirties. He had gray eyes that looked blue under the fluorescent lights of the room. His blonde hair had turned black and the only way you could tell he was a natural blonde was by his beard and his eyebrows. "I didn't think you would be able to make it." Mr Jackson said. "I wouldn't want to get on Mr Smith's bad side," Chris said and both men laughed. Even though I didn't see what was funny in his statement.

Aeon said, voice almost insisting. “Okay, I guess.” He nodded, not finding a reason to argue. “For J7, I noticed a limp, so I’m guessing one of his legs. And Chriso is hard to figure out, same as you. He’s very rigid, even when relaxed. So, his shoulder?” “Hehehe hahaha!” Aeon laughed, loving the conversation. “Well, you were half right with J7, but completely missed the mark with Chriso.” “Oh? How wrong was I?” Steve asked, cheeks taking on a red tint once again.

He looked for approval, and Jason gave a subtle nod. Chris slowly pulled down Jason’s boxers, revealing his majestic dick—over 7 inches long, but impressively thick and girthy. It stood out, smooth and veiny, pulsing with heat. A light dusting of trimmed pubic hair framed the base, neatly maintained, adding to Jason’s effortlessly masculine appeal.

“I assume you did everything neatly and there are no traces left?” Chris Jnr sat on this chair with his fingers drumming the armrest; anyone who saw this and was familiar with Chris would not doubt for even a fraction of a second that this was his son. Their mannerisms were mirror images, this was Chris’s posture when he was reviewing his plans or when he is plotting his next move. “Down to the ‘t’” Night Sonic responded, there was even a hint of gloating, a hint of praise me master, in his voice.

I was trying to figure out what to do to get the money I needed. After cleaning and finishing my shifts without acknowledging Markos, it was time to go home. I changed back into my clothes so I could get ready to leave. But, as I was arranging my work clothes in my locker, someone appeared behind me. It was a man I didn’t know. He looked about Markos’ age. The only difference was that he was a bit shorter and he had tattoos all over his neck. He had dark hair and equally dark eyes. He may have passed for a pretty boy but there was something dark lying below the surface. He was as scary as Markos.

this time its me who chuckles. Mila is a stubborn women who specks her mind with no filter, when Cam first meet her he was a little intimidated by how open and free spirited she was but now its what he loves the most. Pulling up to the construction sight we meet with Christopher and Jillian. I give the blue prints and floor plans one final look over and we picked out the flooring, paint and backsplashes then sign off on the final touches and set a date I want it done by. Giving them a end date helps keep them working and the offered bonus that I promised if they got it done faster help light a fire under their asses.

she shot back. Chris smug smirk turned into a full-blown smile as he got up from the bed, smoothing out his clothes. Chris wasn't as tall as Tony or Andrew, but he was much broader with his muscled frame. His light brown hair cut short and brown eyes that always seemed to be on the lookout for a chance to cause mischief. "Right, keep telling yourself that. Denial is the first sign of jealousy you know," he said then gave Lacy a quick kiss.