Romans & histoires Don't Mind By Kent Jones

Juliet Jones seemed upset. She snickered and said, “Of course, Del Jones did not want me to take the credit. What a biased person.” “Oh yes, he is biased, but what can you do? Hahaha!” Kendall Jones laughed maniacally. “Juliet Jones, look at you, not making any progress after arriving in Khanh City. Instead, you purchased a piece of land? What is wrong with you? “And you want to take down Tyr Summer with that? Brainless fool!

“I just busted the wound open, but I’ve gotten the nurse to give me a new dressing. You won’t be able to see anything,” Then, Zyla’s eyes fell on Ken. “What are you still doing here? Do you want a scolding? Or a beating?” What happened to her changing her mind about him? Alas, bad habits died hard. Ken was a little sad as he wiped the water off his face. “You’ve misunderstood me, Ms. Jones. I’m on Liv’s side.” “Who allowed you to call her that? Is Sis Liv even that close to you?” “Ms. Jones, I…”

Jonah said to him in his voice trying hard to hide the pain. “Come again?” Kenton said, stopping and looking up at him. “It must be awful that you have to listen to Rowling all the time. Not able to do what you want.” Jonah said, trying a new angle. Kenton stood up studying him. He hated that he had to listen to Rowling and was not free to go about and do what he pleased. “What's it to you?” Kenton asked, slowly drawing out his blade. Kenton ran the blade down the center of Jonah’s shirt, it cut like butter. Jonah did his best to ignore how close the blade was to his skin as he went to talk again.

People even sing it when they’re working in fields on hot days. *It’s a call for help,* Kent says, out of nowhere as he hums along. I make a quick face at that, wondering how he knows when I’m not sure I did. *You’ve been so focused on training for so long, really since I came along you don’t take time to stop and pay attention to everyone else unless you’re fighting them. When I’m not shifted, there’s not much for me to do but hear things,* he says, simply.

“He doesn’t care. He says he wants us all there, now, to speak for our choices. And if we don’t…” “He won’t hurt Daniel,” Kent snaps, turning away, grabbing the coffee and handing a cup to Gio. “But Jerome…” Kent curses again, low under his breath. And then he leans back against the counter for a long time, his mind racing. After a few minutes, his cup drained of coffee, Gio nudges Kent with his elbow. “Well?”

Kent spoke calmly, “As I said, invite whoever you want from your side. It’s your decision. I have no objections.” He paused for a few minutes, but in the end, he couldn’t help asking, “Did Sheila say anything?” “Dr. Jones said that a month from now, she might not have time to attend our wedding. If she can’t make it, she’ll have her uncle, Dr. Marvin, go in her place.” Kent nodded and said nothing else.

He knew what Kent was capable of, and he didn't want to be the victim of that. Kent chuckled, his expression menacing. "You think a simple apology will suffice? You think you can just raise your hand to my wife and walk away?" Leon's face paled, his body shaking. "No, please, Kent. …Mr Ken Mercy." Kent's expression turned icy, his voice dripping with disdain. "Mercy? You want mercy? You should have thought of that before you tried to lay your hands on August."

*** “Dear Don, I wished you’d buy another blanket with all the money you spend on expensive gifts so that you would stop snatching mine. Your lovingly annoyed wife, Aquamarine.” -The End-

Alora I wasn’t angry at being sedated, and in fact Killian had asked me. I was afraid that if he attempted to keep me restrained in the car I would lose my ever loving shit. Not that I haven’t already been losing my shit, as that’s kind of been the whole theme for a little while now. Ah, who the fuck am I kidding, I have been losing my shit my whole fucking life.

Typical. I fumbled for my phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up. It was 4:03 a.m. My stomach twisted. Who the hell knocks at four in the morning? Then I saw the notifications. Jones. Ten missed calls. The last one ended two minutes ago. My heart gave a funny little thud. Jones never called like that unless something was seriously wrong. I was about to hit redial when the knock came again. It was sharper and more insistent this time around.