Don't Mind By Kent Jones Novels & Stories

Obriene stood up. Kent remained and texted his wife that he was going to come a little bit late than usual. “Excuse me,” a man touched Kent’s shoulder. Kent turned around and didn’t seem to know the man. “How can i help you?” “I couldn’t help it but heard you talking about a story.” “Ohh yea. A girl brought in a story that we are currently working on.” “Did you mention something like Brawler, Brains and Jezebel?” “Yes, you are a great listener,” Kent was surprised.

And although Kennedy is still there, taking care of Soul Jewelry, it still came back under Blackgold as a subunit. ‘And because of the incident from three years ago, Hernandez has since then gone into a conflict with the Kents. And with the pressure that the de Armas have been imposing onto the Kents, Daniel Kent hasn’t even been able to find the time to deal with the Goldmanns in the past three years.

Cameras flashed as Vincent posed with Lucy on his arm, all smiles. But behind the scenes, his eyes kept flicking to his phone. Waiting. Waiting for news from the estate. Even on the last night, the screen stayed dark. Finally, Vincent's patience snapped. He made the call. "It's been three days. Has Avila caused trouble? Asked to see me? Threatened to crash the press conference?" The maid's voice shook. "No, Don. Mrs. Corleone hasn't said a word these three days. She hasn't touched the food left outside her door."

She was healthy and happy. Marcus took her along with him for jogging in the morning. She was so lazy that he had to carry her on his back, half way home. But her husband didn’t mind. He also spoiled her with gifts and took her to a lot of public places and let her taste every letter of the word ‘FREEDOM’. Approximately 3 months later... Kate was attending a pop quiz in algebra when an announcement trough the speaker paused the class. “Katelyn Winston is requested to come to the office immediately. Thankyou”

“I’m looking for a newspaper from two weeks ago. It must be somewhere around here. I know you don’t read critics’ columns, so I will read one for you. It’s an article published by Meisner a couple of days right after your first official show…” “Please, Alex, just let it go. We’ve got no time for this nonsense. You must be on stage in about ten minutes and I need to finish preparing for my first number…” “It will take us just a few seconds… But where the hell is that damn newspaper?” “Come on, Alec, you know how much I hate critics! I don’t like reading their articles. Especially now. It will mess me up and I won’t be able to perform tonight.” “Shh!” he shushed her quickly. “Ah, yes, there it

The competition was fierce as ever. The sudden interruption of the loud forceful opening of the doors disturbed the meeting. As everyone curiously turned their heads to see the intruder, Meilin focused on the screen showing no interest in the commotion. A lazy voice followed after the commotion, “Excuse me for the disturbance. I hope you all don't mind." Hearing no response after his introduction he continued, “Don’t take this seriously, you know, it was an emergency and going in for an appointment and stuff is too much of a work itself so I thought I will just drop by to save time. I hope you understand."

He's way too proper to say anything inappropriate! Before leaving, Martha gave me a serious look. "Aiden was willing to tell the family about this himself. That means, at his core, he has nothing to hide. I understand if you need to vent about it for a bit, but it's best to let it end here. "Aiden is about to be nominated for the vice president position at the research institute. If outsiders hear about this conflict between you two, it could damage his reputation." … I honestly didn't know what to do.

“You lose your mind and now you slander Daphne. If you hadn't rushed at her, how would the diamond have—” Something panicked flickered in his eyes. And I heard his thoughts again. [I ruined it, I ruined everything, now even the diamond Scarlett cares about most is gone!] [I don't have a single way left to keep her!] [No! I can't let her leave, whatever it takes, I won't let her leave!] He turned and shouted at the bodyguards. “Take the Donna to the basement. Let her clear her head.” Two burly men pounced on me and dragged me all the way down to the basement.

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to

a hand." Seeing that Kaytly Blanche had nothing to worry about, Deon's heart was also down, he did not disdain before Kaytly Blanche looked at him with that surprised expression. He thought for a second and said, "Kenneth is outside, do you want to see him?" "I'm sorry, I'm so tired, I want to rest a bit, don't want to see anyone, Deon, thank you, will you go too?" Hearing Adam Kenneth's name, Kaytly Blanche's face suddenly showed a tired expression. Deon stared at Kaytly Blanche with some suspicion, a little troubled in his heart. If she knew that Adam Kenneth's words would make her lose interest, he definitely wouldn't say it, at least he could still look at her a little more, stay for a