Dear John Story Novels & Stories

"How did you end up. With him anyway? He asked. "John was the first person at college who genuinely showed kindness to me. He took the time to get to know me personally, understanding my background and offering genuine care. At the time, I believed he was truly someone special. I lost my parents a long time ago, and my grandmother took me in to raise me. Unfortunately, she passed away just a year after my parents' deaths, leaving me even more alone. This series of losses has deeply affected me and shaped my outlook on life. John treated me back then; it felt good to have someone who really cared for me, because I hadn't had that for a long time. I just latched myself onto John because I had

It has been approximately 2 months ever since I had a deal with Lorenzo for him to give me a year to raise the balance of the money my father owes him and I am grateful he accept because this past 2 months I haven't seen him or receive any message from him even though at times I remember what happened to us that day and even the next day in the morning. This past 2 month has been a great one for me because am happy and my friends are also happy. Look at John he now has a girlfriend beautiful want at that even though I knew he love Arianna but he decided to move on from his feelings for Arianna and he now has a girlfriend who does not only love him, and care for him but is also a friend and I

He looked at her in disbelief "What ? why ? baby , what is wrong ? Did I do something ? Did I upset you ? Are you angry with me ? Please tell me what is it.We will talk it out.We will find a way." She didn't uttered a word . Ava went to her . " What happened to you"said Ava. John:"Baby , if I have done something wrong , please tell me.We can solve this ! Please don't leave me.Just don't do this to me.I will die." She sighed and looked towards him"I don't love you John.I was only with you for your money and nothing else.I don't come from a filthy family.You had what my life lacked , money.I thought that money will be all I will ever need but I was wrong.Just a few days back I realized that lo

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.

"You deserve someone, John. You really do. And I'm sorry that I'm not that person." He smiled. "Don't be sorry. I'm sure... I'm sure I'll find my prince charming one day. Though it's a shame it's not you." I chuckled. We both fell silent again. It was nice being able to talk to John again. I forgot how well we used to get along. I guess that's why we first became friends in the first place—we could always tolerate one another. That was hard to find nowadays. "Jace, I heard that Max is going to New York on Friday," John suddenly said. "And I don't think you should give up."

Jessica and I listen as john tells us more stories. John is a counselor in a psychiatric ward. So, every time we ever hang out together, he’ll always have stories about some of the patients. I’ve heard of patients breaking things, hurting other patients and some guards, and I even heard of some of them smearing poop on the walls of their bedroom. However, I’ve never heard of two patients being in a relationship before. So, listening to this was quite interesting.

John hands me a cup of coffee and his fingers brush mine, as if testing the temperature of my skin. At night, when one sleeps and the other two keep watch, the conversations grow lower, more intimate. Demon tells me fragments of his past—nothing that fully explains the name on the sheet, but enough to feel like he’s giving me something he doesn’t give easily. John, on the other hand, speaks of places where snow never melts and of people he learned never to lose sight of—stories I can’t tell if they’re warnings or confessions.

John::As far as I am concerned, there is only one good wife on this planet. Laura::Who is that? John::she is someone so dear to my heart, I can't do without her. Laura::Wow, that's touching, she must be very lucky. John::On the contrary, I am the lucky one. Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve her because she is too good for me. Laura::Hey don't say that, she loves you that is why she chooses you. John::That is why I am making her my wife next month. Laura::How do you mean?

John muttered from behind and we all laughed. "It's not our fault, you are still single right?" I asked and John giggled, "I ain't single, it's just that....never mind." We all turned toward John, and we were shocked, "What do you mean by you aren't single, talk to us, Where's your wife?" "We are here to watch the moon and not to hear a sad story, this joyful mood of ours is better, let's stick to it. I hate it when my story brings tears to the eyes of people, though it makes them value what they currently have," he replied.

Office on the far right, located on the top floor of the hospital. Jubilee sat across from John. He set a cup of coffee down in front of her, his tone polite. "What did you want to talk about?" "Wasn't it you who came to me first?" It had been a long time since Jubilee had reminded him that she didn't like him talking to her so formally. "I want to know about Sierra's mother," John said. Beneath his calm demeanor was a lazy undertone. "I wonder if you would be willing to tell me."