Dio X Jonathan Novels & Stories

Madison grunted. "I'm sure he's already dead, except they have ditches in heaven." I replied, playing along with her. "You mean hell." She said and we both chuckled. I faced Jonathan who was on my right side, looking spaced out. "Jon, what's up? Are you okay?" "Nothing. I'm fine. Except that Jayson is not picking my calls, answering my texts, avoiding me and acting like I don't exist. Literally!" Jonathan replied in one breath.

“I’m not a civilian. I can take care of myself.” Jonathan gave a humorless laugh. “I’m sure your camera and culinary background will really help in a gunfight.” “Enough,” Damian said sharply. “Both of you.” Jonathan bit back his retort, exhaling slowly. He had no intention of fighting—especially not with Damian—but the idea of involving Charlotte and her… boyfriend made him uneasy. Still, Damian was right. They were already in it. “Fine,” Jonathan said, snapping his laptop open. “Let’s start from the top.”

He stood firmly at the large entrance, holding a metallic hammer in his left hand and shook his nephew's hands with a tight manly grip “Someone still remembers their roots, took you long enough, did it?” He asked, his deep growling voice complementing his tight grip. “This apple didn't fall far enough from it's family tree, you know.” Jonathan said, his head nodding in agreement as they all laughed. “Uncle Jona?” A young female voice called out, as she ran towards Jonathan who quickly picked her up effortlessly off the ground. It was little Diana, Moses's last born named after Princess Diana.

I stared at it, my lips set in a thin line. He was none other than Jonathan. Owner of a major game production company in City M. And I'd just saved his son!

“He doesn’t even look at me anymore. Not once. Not since her. I am trying to get his attention, but nothing seems to be working. He doesn’t even answer my calls. And that says a lot about Nolan.” Elijah exhaled a long line of smoke, his voice smooth. “You expected him to ignore his Luna forever? Did you really believe that a beauty like her can be ignored. Don’t get me wrong, but living in the same house with her, seeing her beauty, and getting to know her… it would have been hard on any man.”

Tanner interrupted, redoing his buttons as he slid back into his chair. "That was quick" Luke commented, noting the slight glint of discontent in his face. Tanner poured himself a drink and gulped down on it "she bit my dick" he slammed the glass on the table. "that Latino fucking bit my dick" Luke stifled his laughter "did it hurt?" "No fool, it felt like heaven" he slurred, rolling his eyes sarcastically. "Aren't you supposed to have a girlfriend?" David finally piped in, fighting back his laugh.

Dante Marquez stepped inside like he owned the air. He was tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in an immaculate black coat that looked far too expensive for a place like this. His face was calm—too calm—eyes dark and sharp, scanning the room with surgical precision. When his gaze landed on Grace, it lingered for half a second too long. Then he smiled. “Jonathan’s son,” Dante said smoothly. “All grown up. And hiding.” Jordan didn’t return the smile. “You’re not welcome here.” Dante chuckled softly. “Yet you called me.” His gaze slid back to Grace. “And you must be the reason.”

Jo was still sleeping, and Lil was not back yet. “Who are you?” Li asked Jonathan, “You look like our biological father.” “Hmm?” Jonathan was shocked and did not know how to respond. “I indirectly caused Jo’s fall. I am sorry.” Jonathan apologized to the boy. The sharpness in his eyes indicated he was more intelligent than average. The more he looked at him - the more Jonathan thought the kid looked familiar. “Did you help Jo and Mommy afterward?” The little one asked. “Yes, I tried.” Jonathan felt strange. He felt like a kid confessing his bad conduct to his stern father. He shook off the awkward image and focused on the boy.

Damian already knew that a day will come when his family will be at war, and he was fully prepared for the battle. As he arrived at the top floor, he went to busy himself in his home office, working on his laptop and making some discreet transactions. ***** The next day, Jonathan set off to visit his father's mansion. His father, Mr. Henry Leonardo, and his younger brother, Ares Leonardo, were at home and in the living room. As Jonathan parked his car and got out, he made his way into the living room and spotted his father and brother there. "Good morning, Dad. Bro," Jonathan greeted his family, and they smiled at him.

I didn't realize you were Sir Bharat's son, and if I had known from the beginning, I wouldn't have brought you to my wife's grave. Although your family may be very great and honorable, I can't bring your father to justice because I know how Selena ended up. When Jonathan's hands palmed tightly and his daughter appeared to be asking him to pause, he abruptly stopped speaking. You can dislike Bharat all you want, father, but Davino is ignorant. Although Sarah and Davino's relationship was not ideal, why is Sarah still sticking up for the man at this particular moment who is now standing before Jonathan and sporting sad-looking eyes?