Dear John Audiobook Novels & Stories

John pulled a folder from his briefcase and began reading: “I, Jasper Marchetti, do hereby bequeath at the time of my death, all of my personal possessions, house, cars, jewelry, and following listed bank accounts to the woman I loved and cared about most in this world. The woman I hope that my successor, Don, will do everything he can to protect; the person I loved so much but didn’t get the chance to give her a ring… Vivian Reed.” My body bucked. Audible gasps were heard from every direction. They were hitting me, slamming into me causing my body to shake. Or maybe that was the complete and utter shock that had taken over. I began to tremble and my face paled. I was going to pass out. The

Jesus. I’m in love with this eighteen-year-old who’s been coming to my house since middle school, who has transformed into a young adult. I’m in love with her unique perspective, the way she cares, her giggle, her touch, her spontaneity and optimism. She’s my little girl. She’s my…girlfriend. She’s mine. Why the hell has she cut me off? John answers in my ear as I’m handing my luggage to our driver and climbing into the back of the limousine. “Hello, John—”

Said Solomon sticking the paper back inside his pocket. “I see and how will you power it?” asked the lady. John, who usually had all the answers when a question was thrown at him about his work was stumped by the sudden question, he didn’t think that part through. “At this time I don’t have a power source.” Said John. “Aww, that’s too bad, I wanted to see how it worked.” Said the lady in a melodic voice. “I’m sorry.” Said John. “By the way my name is Dejon Dordez.” Replied the lady.

, He feels so miserable , the most powerful man in the country feels so poor despite of having everything that a normal person desired , thus the power of love . " Sir ! Avni mam found her daughter " , John informed .

I won't mind it anyways. As for me, I either go shopping for some clothes or some baby stuff if I'm bored at home. The mansion is too huge for just the two of us. My driver who's personally hired by Damon, Mr. John, is a fifty year old divorced man. He talks about his lost first love and how he's still hoping they would be together. I like him, cos we sort of have the same love story. The part where he's still hoping they'd end up together, I know he knows how it feels what I feel right now. I'm most definitely sure.

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.

As she listened, she knew John had been used the same way she had been. “John, did Aaron ever ask you specific questions about Anubis or how he was contained?” Lindsay asked. Lindsay quickly saw John's expression change as he remembered his conversations with Aaron White. It quickly went from concentration to anger. John began yelling in German and threw a nearby book. He stopped and took a few deep breaths before he turned toward where Wren and Lindsay were standing. “I am sorry,” he said in a short, curt way. “I should not have lost my temper like that.”

Generations, legacy, history. And now, Mercy. Aurelian guided her forward. Every step felt measured. He stopped first before John and Gladys. His grandparents. “Grandfather. Grandmother.” John’s sharp eyes softened slightly when he looked at Mercy. “So this is the woman who finally did the impossible,” John said in a slow, amused tone. Mercy offered a respectful bow of her head. “It’s an honor to meet you, sir.” John studied her carefully.

The door swung open, revealing John seated on the couch. A glass of whiskey in his hand despite the early hour. Her eyes lifted to meet mine and, for a brief moment, I noticed how sober he was. Perhaps still in grief about Jessica. “Hey, little doll, good morning,” he greeted. His voice was cold as much as he tried hiding his emotion; it still manifested in his voice. “Are you sure you are alright? John,” I asked. “uhm.. Yeah.. I mean yes, I'm fine,” he stuttered, unsure of his words.

So, John pondered for a moment and calmly replied. [John mate: Just average.] [Little girl: Wow, you replied so slowly. Did you carefully read it for a long time? Are you interested in me? I knew it, men are all perverts, hmph!😠] John: ... [John mate: I'm not interested in her.] Except for his little girl, any woman in his eyes was the same. However, Diana wouldn't let it go. [Little girl: I don't believe you! You are, you are! I'm going to cause a scene!]