Dio X Jonathan Novels & Stories

I was hurt too, my stupidity hurt us both. I was surprised when my phone vibrated on my back pocket. I pulled it out wondering who was it. This days I don’t have many people reaching out to me. I got surprised seeing Jonathan name on the screen. Jonathan was Jo’s friend and worked with her at JJ Consulting as Software Engineer. He was the brain behind the technology JJ was using. We talked several times during the first trial, because I had some technical issues and I liked the guy. He was lenient with me, he actually fixed my problems and answered all my questions.

The Alpha look cute that time Jonathan is the son of Jason boss. She met him one time, but Jonathan mother is not ok with the idea. She don't want her only son to do friendship with some Omega girl. Trisha remembered how Jonathan tried to play with her back then. Johnathan asked her to play with the ball not knowing that Trisha never held a ball before. The Omega was fond of dolls and her precious teddy. Yet she played with the Alpha who was gentle with her, had a prettiest smile and his soft coffee scent was good too.

Meanwhile, Dylan was just looking at him without any emotion at all. "You know," Jonathan panted. He smirked and started to fight again. He blocked a punch and delivered another one of his own. "Amethyst was quite the treat in bed," he said, and Jonathan caught the change in Dylan's face. "I couldn't stop myself from fucking her," he added.

I still remember what he was like before…before I married Lucas, before I left home, before he sold me to Johnathan. He wasn’t always a bad father. Johnathan nods. “He is a good man, I agree. In the human world, Douglas Smith is unstoppable.” “I wouldn’t go that far,” I mumble. “He’s good at what he does.” Johnathan sighs and sinks to his haunches. He plucks a stray blade of grass that’s growing between the cracks of the pavement out of the ground and looks in the direction of the pack house. “I have to tell you now,” he says, his voice so soft that I almost don’t hear him.

My hands go on my hips as I shoot him an accusatory look. “Who are you, Jonathan? Seriously?” He sighs. “My name is Jonathan Masters. I’m an actor.”

The number of someone who shared a vendetta against Edgar and Harley. The phone rang for only a brief moment before Jonathan's voice came through on the other end, sounding relaxed yet cautious. “Dima. I didn't expect to hear from you,” Jonathan replied in a flat tone, though there was a hint of curiosity beneath it. “We need to talk,” Dima said directly without any preamble. “You know why I’m calling you, right?” Jonathan chuckled lightly, almost mockingly. “I think I have an idea. But it’s better if you explain.”

Bending down to Alexander; Jonathon whispers, “to answer your question, Alexander Johanson. He is my brother and yes, he told me what happened in England.” Alexandro took a few steps back, not knowing what to do with the information. Jonathon looked up to Katrina and smiled before heading back to Quinten to finish getting his measurements taken. “Drake must have really scared him” Quinten laughs as Jonathon smirks without saying another word. Once the measurements were taken; each of the models were excused and they headed back down to the green room. Alexandro follows behind them, grabbing Jonathon by the arm. “Let go of my arm” he seethes, glaring down at Alexandro.

He hoped his plan would work. “Doflamingo? who’s that?” Dora asked at a loss. The name was too strange. There was no such name in her memory at all. “Doflamingo is my son and also your lover, have you forgotten?” Jonald sigh once more. “Doflamingo is my lover?” Dora was even more confused now. Was that so? why couldn’t she recall anything?

I’m wearing white underwear and a gray Columbia University shirt that barely covers the bottom off my ass. “I came down to get a drink.” “In the dark?” “I had the lights on, and then I turned them off.” Jonathan raises an eyebrow, bringing a hand up to push his hair back. I want nothing more than to run my fingers through it and see if his body feels as hard and chiseled as it looks. I want to slam him up against the wall, putting a crack in that shield he has around himself. “What are you doing?” I shoot back. “I heard something.”

LUCA I sipped my hot coffee while the rain tapped against my window while talking to my friend and business partner, Jonathan on a video call. “Do you ever stop worrying?” I asked dryly, setting my cup down on the table. My phone sat upright on the table with my hand guiding it. Jonathan was a cute blonde man with a boy next door look. His facial expression was tight and filled my screen. The low lights of his office made his cheekbones sharper. Lightning struck and Jonathan hissed. “I hate this weather.”