Dear John Story Novels & Stories

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—”

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.

She kissed me back and found my face wet with tears. “Are you okay, John? What’s the matter?” “The matter is, I haven’t thanked you for my life. You are the most…” My voice cracked, but I had to say this. “You are the best thing that ever happened to me. I’ve tried to do right by you, but I’ve come up short now and then.” “Johnny, my love, my captain. What happened?” “An old friend died. You didn’t know ‘em. But… the dam kind of broke. I know it’s late in life, but I made an appointment with a VA shrink for tomorrow.”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Levine, but I don't share your perspective." "Wooing has nothing to do with my son. He just happens to like you too, just as I do," John said plainly then. Cordy actually thought she had misheard. A sudden declaration of love… It must be a joke, right?! They had just met hours ago! "You don't have to worry about my son falling for another woman either, Ms. Sachs," John said, enunciating every word. "Devotion runs in our family." Cordy was left speechless again.

“Would you like some drink?” “Oh No Mr. Graham… I mean, John. I can't. I have to prepare the deal right away but thank you for your help.” “Thought you'd ask about Jennifer. It's almost a week now you guys living together.” John said and Jerald smiled. “Yeah… you're right. I'm driving so can I have some water?”“No problem.” He walked with John into the kitchen. Using His Father-in-law, isn't he?

“It’s better you tell me everything now. I don’t want to be in the dark anymore.” John wiped a tired hand across his face, as if gathering strength from somewhere deep within. “Your mother… Gladys… was my first love,” he began softly. His voice was low and gravelly. He wasn’t looking at Gabriel now. His eyes were fixed on the floor, as if ashamed of what he just said. “I loved her dearly. She was the gentlest soul I ever knew. But my father—your grandfather—decided that I would marry Anna. We fought about it. I tried everything. But you know your grandfather… when he decides something, the whole world bends.”

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

john asked with a sign "Actually, No, she said you should call her" she said and went to her room. John was left smiling, he had thought it was inappropriate to call a married woman but now that she mentioned, perhaps it wasn't such a bad idea, He got his phone and was about to dial her number, when he received a call from one of his college friends, "Hey buddy" he answered "John, did you hear the news?" His friend asked "What news?" john asked "Newton is dead, he committed suicide last night" John was surprised, He couldn't understand why a man like newton would commit suicide, he had a successful career, a wife and two children, what could have caused him to kill himself?, he wondered

I’m far more mature. “I’m sorry,” John mumbles. “It’s just embarrassing to talk about...” I snort. “It’s not embarrassing to talk about mates! It’s interesting that angels have them, but I guess you’re too much of a kid to understand how romantic it truly is,” “I’m not a kid!” John hisses at me, proving my point by getting offended like a teenager. I roll my eyes. “Sure...” John growls. “I’m not...” Ignoring his fury, I decide to change the subject. “How are you planning on getting back to your future wife?”

I fought the urge to compare him to my former fiancé and followed him to the car. By the time we made it to the bar for drinks, I learned that John was the oldest of four siblings, that he preferred cats to dogs, that he was an accountant but had really wanted to play professional baseball, and that he was having problems with his roommate at the moment. He had not asked one single question about me. By the time our drinks arrived, John was deep in the trenches of the story of his fourth birthday, and I was already looking for an escape route. I had been in need of a distraction, but even this was too far.