Chris Janson Novels & Stories

ALVA The sound of the car engine roused me from my half-sleep as Nikolas pulled up in front of me. That was what I got for insisting I made breakfast for all three of us despite staying up super late the night before and playing a game of 'we aren't really strangers' with Nikolas. For me, it was some sort of escapism. When Nikolas got through to me, it always felt like I was betraying Charis' memory. At the same time, it felt wrong to continue to judge Klaus by actions he committed in the past when it was crystal clear he wasn't that sort of person anymore. I patted an equally sleepy Samuel and carried him in my arms. He had an appointment today, and while I wanted to follow him, I had schoo

Cassandra asked throwing her hands around my neck, I smiled at her. "Sure," I said, looking to see Erica looking away. Cassandra giggles and turn back to the couple. "And this is... " Cassandra said referring to Frank "Frank *clears throat* he is my*clears throat* colleague at the office," Erica said, as I look to see a glint of disappointment on Frank's face. That's my girl! "I'm sure you have met my fiancé, Mr. Damian Anderson" Cassandra said with an innocent smile, as she tilts her head to kiss me on my lips.

Christopher Jamieson was a god among men for playing Time at 5:30 am! He was pounding on the treadmill but this time he wasn't wearing his hoodie, just a t-shirt and sweat pants. She caught her breath and her steps faltered. She had never in her life seen such a specimen of a man. His body was sheer perfection! His back formed the most perfect V down to a narrow waist and a round butt that begged to be pinched. His arms were wire tight with ropes of muscles. His short-sleeved shirt allowed her to see that Christopher Jamieson was a ginger! He was covered in freckles…tons and tons of brown freckles over his pale skin.

Chris shouted. Xan was about to interrupt, but Hank made the signal not to. “I did what I thought was best!” Tony said. “Tell me how keeping my Granddaughter away from me was the best thing?” Chris snapped. “Who has Tony be keeping away from you?” Xan said. “Who the fuck are you?” Chris asked glaring at Xan. “I am Xan Lang, Chairman of ...” Xan was halfway through before Chris interrupted him. “Oh, you are the twat that broke my Granddaughter’s heart? I will deal with you later!” Chris said.

I asked He looked at me like I just asked the most obvious question “ only on the days that end with ‘Y’.” Alex answered, pulling out of the drive away and into the woods. The drive was silent, the two in the back fell asleep to the music Alex insisted on listening to, smooth jazz. I just shrugged rolling my eyes when he turned on it and started thumping his fingers on the steering wheel. I think I almost saw a smile, not a smirk but a real smile crack through his emotionless face just for a moment. When we arrived at the plane, Alex brake checked the two boys in the back to fling them forward, waking them in the worst way.

“He gave me you. What a strange way to show me his disdain.” Our arms brushed lightly. He was so warm, so tall, so strong. With his stubble and the square jaw and sharp cheekbones, he was the epitome of manliness. I’d always considered myself a girl who’d go for the ballet dancer type, the nerd with glasses, the sophisticated chess player. I had been so very wrong because Jaxon’s body hit all the right buttons. My eyes lingered on the Famiglia tattoo on his chest, right over his heart. Born in Blood, Sworn in Blood

“And cowards sell their integrity to protect themselves.” His words stung, but I knew they were true. Jason had betrayed not only me but also the truth. As we were all outside, it seemed that something was bothering Chris. “I’ve been reading this Jason bastard’s body language and I can vouch that something is fishy. You go and wait for me on the other side of the wing, I’ll be right back.” “Okay, Chris,” I only agreed and wondered what Chris was up to.

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

he said flatly, lifting a glass of whiskey to his mouth. Ice clinked as his fingers shifted. I couldn’t help noticing the small, bleeding cuts across his knuckles... and remembering what that man’s face looked like afterward. Goddess, Lorenzo was a sexy brute. “That’s me… Victoria Bian… Greco” I answered, standing there like I was in an interview. “About last night…” “The first time, you didn’t think the Greco family was worthy. You were too ‘precious,’” he cut in coldly, one dark brow lifting.