Dear John Novel Plot Novels & Stories

“You did touch me, didn’t you?” John shook his head quickly—then, just as fast, he nodded. His whole body trembled like a leaf in a storm. I inhaled deeply, my cold gaze never wavering. “Tell me, Johnny…” I murmured. “What do you know?” He flicked his gaze toward the officers as if searching for a savior. “You know,” I continued, my voice turning sweet, “Dear old Daddy isn’t here to save you this time.” I leaned in, close enough to see the sweat gathering at his temples. “So you’re going to do me a favor. You’re going to tell me everything, or I swear, the last thing you’ll hear before you go deaf is the sound of my palm against your cheek.”

I take a deep breath, so as not to scare Maddie or Emma, ​​as I say, “John, I haven’t seen you in a while. I thought you had died. What are you doing in the southern lands? You are very far from home.” I watched as his face and his wife completely break down. Emma says to me, “Where do you know dad from?” I tense my jaw as I say, “Where do I know you from, John? You tell her or I will.” I watch as he looks around and hundreds of men and women come out of the surrounding houses, ready to attack. They look at us, threatening us with a partial transformation. I continue breathing calmly, while saying, “Are you sure you want to attack? You know perfectly well that is high treason.”

He got up and sat on the chair by the window and simply picked up a book to read. The book was from Queenie, and it was a novel about school romance. Two turns of the pages later, he put the book back and propped his forehead on his fist with his eyes lazily glued to her. Sherry continued to munch on her meat when she got annoyed by the stare. “I think I’m going to take my time with my dinner. If you’re in a hurry, why don’t you come back later or tomorrow?” John narrowed his eyes. He understood if she wanted him to leave, but what was that about coming back later or tomorrow?

Seeing that they were all being quiet, John sure had doubts in his head but he knew better than to ask more questions. Soon, the dishes were served and after they finished the meal, Fredrick summoned a waiter to have the plates replaced by a tea set. Priscilla took a sip of the tea and she asked, “So John can tell me now. What happened? I need details.” Now that they had got to business, John immediately stopped his playfulness and became serious. The story was quite simple. It was a story of a pair of lovebirds with a sorry ending. John did have a girlfriend before but he was an idol and his care was currently in the rise so he kept the relationship with the girl a secret and didn’t make it

he knows that I slept with John? He will kill me. Damn, I want to see him so much, his gaze, his husky voice when he is excited, the way he looks at me when he talks to me, his way of making love to me. Damn, how can you miss someone like that? I miss my love baby so much. John must be in his office; since this morning, his mood is darker. I feel like he’s not well. I feel a little sorry for him; he looks so depressed since the announcement of the pregnancy. I know I shouldn’t feel pity for him, but I can’t help it. He just makes me feel pity. I know he loves me—he loves me sincerely—but he came a bit late; he arrived when my heart was already occupied. Otherwise, I think I would have falle

“It is tragic. At the end, her lover was not who he portrayed himself to be. He ended up killing her.” “WHAT?!” Felix opened the book again and continued from where he stopped. Page 36. John, the male main lead didn't actually pass out on the bed. Due to a drug he uses because of a heart disease, the sleeping drug didn't work on him. Kara let her guard down and was about to leave when John grabbed her and forced himself on her. Felix sighed and took a pause. So John wasn't actually a good guy. His motive from the beginning was to have her.