Dear John Novel Plot Novels & Stories

This was Faith's journal. He flipped some more pages. In the beginning, nothing was all that interesting in the book. It was just about daily life. Some of her stories showed that she had a tough life. She wrote about how hard she worked to support her family and her sick father. It wasn't anything new Anthony didn't already know about. His chest felt heavy as he kept reading. Faith's life hadn't been easy. Her father was so cruel to her. So, no wonder she had a hard time trusting men. Trusting him.

John said as he pours the hot water and walks to Dylan. John is a twenty-seven years old man … they grew in the same community. They both leave their life to gamble with fate. John Cruz is a lucky person; he owned a gay bar known in the city. John offered a coffee and bread in the morning. On the other hand, Dylan is happy with his simple life, but he can't stop thinking of having a prosperous life. He sips some coffee, but his hand is halted near his mouth. "What is the matter?" asked John. Dylan put down the bread and sighed his worries away, "I didn't pass the evaluation for the V company yesterday."

John said with a chuckle. “I will know if you ask questions without studying the book first.” John said. “But I tried reading the book once, I had terrible nightmares for a whole week and I never touched it since then.” Seth said. “You didn’t have a reason for reading it then, you do now. Get to work, the sooner the better. There should be a reason this is happening now.” John said and left. “Oliver, you heard him. What have you found out about the judge?” Seth said.

Miss Grace asked. “But mum, I have to be worried, John haven't picked up the calls. In fact, he is the best man tomorrow, oh my goodness,” Ivana stated. She was about to call him one last time when John walked in staggering. “She hear..tbro.. ken my heart, ….she......she killed my baby…she is a monster.....oh … I hate her….” John struggled to form a sentence. The moment John stood in the living room, liquor smell spread in the house.

"How can I fulfil your wish until you say I deserve to replace it?" Luna's tears finally spilled out. This girl needs clarification. Everything the man in front of her had done exceeded her expectations for John, but she could not forget that John had sacrificed a lot for her sake. John wiped Luna's tears; then he kissed the girl's forehead. "I understand. You don't have to choose. Can we be friends until I find someone I can fall in love with?" Luna nodded her head. *** John returns to his office, being himself. This man had obtained evidence of Sarah's cheating from his confidant.

John said evenly at my side. What, was she supposed to throw herself into my arms? Whisper thank you like this was some fairytale? Please. This wasn't a storybook—it was real life. "Who cares," I muttered, rolling my eyes. "I don't even know what the girl wants." But I knew one thing: there was no way we'd ever live peacefully. Certainly not as husband and wife, no matter what our parents dreamed up. "She'll definitely want you, sir," John pressed, his tone annoyingly certain. "Every girl in the city wants a piece of the legendary bachelor. I'm sure she'll be grateful she was chosen."

The inmates wasted no time welcoming him into their midst. “I didn’t promise how long I would be gone for, did I?” She held a smirk in the corner of her mouth. “Besides, the ugly one here is you.” She retorted. “The scar on your face will take a while to heal. Unlike the one that you struck in my heart all those years ago.” Stanley leaned forward with a smirk on his face. “What? Did I hurt your precious heart?” He asked with a glint in his eyes. “John died because of his own greed.”

I got my phone and hovered over John Deere’s number, debating whether I should call him or not. He knew something no one else did. “Excuse me, Papa. I need to make this call,” I said, stepping outside. The streets were empty as always. Nothing had changed….except for a few new neighbors. “Hi John Deere, where can I meet you?” ******* I drove to the restaurant in town where John told me to meet him. I pulled over and saw him standing there…with the same woman who had betrayed me, and a little girl who looked about Luna’s age.

Over the girl who took him in, who patched up his wounds, who fought tooth and claw beside him for years. I shifted back slowly, the cold of the air biting my bare skin. My clothes were gone, shredded in the transformation. Someone tossed me a blanket Ike, I think. I barely registered it. John was still cradling her. Her fake, pretty sobs filled the air. “She would’ve killed me,” Desiree cried, pressing her bloody cheek into John’s neck. “I only came here to talk to her.” Liar my wolf spat inside me. John finally looked at me. But it wasn’t love in his eyes. Or sadness. It was contempt.

“Japan?” Devin yells, grabbing John by his suit and slamming him against the wall of the side of the building. “For how long? Answer me, John!” “I don’t know!” John pleadingly says. His eyes and the terror on his face are very real. “He didn’t say how long! I was supposed to go with him, and he left without me! He…he lied to me too! I already told you I am willing to help as much as I can, Devin!”