Ej X Jeff Novels & Stories

This man looks familiar, though, and as he shakes my hand, I remember I’ve seen him with Nolan before. He was also the man Andy was trying to talk to earlier that turned Andy down. I’m not sure why he didn’t want to talk to Andy, but it had made my ex-boyfriend angry enough to storm off. “Ms. Davis, that was quite a good save earlier,” he says, grinning and shaking my hand. “I’m James Reed. I was impressed by your display earlier with the Princess’s mess and would like you to come to my company Monday morning for an interview.”

"I wanted to talk with you. You have to stop what you're doing. It may seem harmless, but you're hurting a lot of people." "That's their cup of tea, not mine." Jade shrugged, slightly disappointed that her game wasn't working anymore. "How can you say that? Knowing how many people you've hurt, even Principal Dolan." Shawn criticized, a little annoyed over her calmness. Jade shrugged. "I just gave him a new makeover. Stop making it sound like I made him cry." Shawn burst out. Jade was simply being outrageous. "Yes, you did. Principal Dolan fu... Principal Dolan cried."

Jeff grumbles as he walks out of the food cafeteria. Wait, Jeff is breaking up with Axel? “Then this is going to be a tough one for me.”

Neutral ground. **Mila** The coffee shop smelled like vanilla and fresh brew when I walked in. Jax was already at a corner table, long hair tied back, tattoos peeking from his sleeves. He looked tired but his green eyes lit up when he saw me. My heart did that stupid flip again. "Hey," I said, sliding into the seat across from him. "How's Jess settling?" "Excited. Talking about plants and fire escapes like it's paradise." He reached under the table and squeezed my knee, hidden from view. "Thanks for listening last night. Didn't mean to dump all that on you."

Rachel threw a question at Emily after she was sure her gullible sister was now more than drunk. Emily hiccuped, "Aww, that?" She grinned drunkenly, "It's Joel." "You said?" She asked keenly. "Joel; the CEO of EMPIRE WORLD CORPORATION," Emily muttered incoherently. Rachel furrowed her brows and tilted her head to the left, giving Emily an unfathomable look. She frowned. "What did you say?" Emily belched. "J-dg-Joel." She furrowed her brows for a few seconds as she watched Emily intently.

Meanwhile, Jaxon, now suddenly invisible, sank lower in his seat, watching without a flicker of emotion, like he was a stranger passing judgment. The way he sat still got some ladies attention that moment. Jefferey appeared. “Hey, I didn’t get your name. You ran off,” he said, flashing a smile with emerald braces. I replied smiling,“Aurora Smith.” He took my phone and saved his contact himself. “It’s Jefferey,” he winked, leaving the table. Layla nudged me. “Girl… Jefferey? That's Hot cake!” I laughed into her arms.

Nina inquired. Humbly, Xander took a sip of his drink. “It's a conglomerate. X&J empire.” Nina blinked slowly. “Is that a joke? You are the owner of X&J?” “Yes, ma’am. Right in front of you. Xander Jackson Empire.” He affirmed, casually calling the waiter to make their order, leaving Nina in utmost shock.

"This is Dr. Osteen. He's the university's doctor." Raeleigh intended to introduce him to Jepherson, but she couldn't think of a way to do that, so she swallowed her words. Xanthus recognized Jepherson. He stood up and took the initiative to extend his hand towards Jepherson. "Hello, I'm Xanthus Osteen, a doctor from Elkton University. You're Jepherson Richards, aren't you?" Jepherson glanced at Raeleigh and smiled politely, shaking Xanthus' hands. After the two of them got to know each other, Jepherson withdrew his hand and looked at Novalie.

As dawn broke the next morning, the gentle beeping of the machines that kept a watchful eye on Tyler's vitals filled the room with a soft, persistent sound. I was planted firmly beside his bed, the rhythm of the beeps offering a thread of comfort amid the turmoil swirling around us. My gaze was locked onto my phone screen, scrolling through the flood of breaking news. One headline grabbed me, refusing to let go: "Caleb Jones: Wanted Fugitive Following Explosive Fraud and Embezzlement Revelations."

Your turn, trouble. She laughed under her breath — quiet enough that the old man didn’t look up from his newspaper. Ella: Black with oat milk, no sugar. Judge away, gym rat. His reply came in under thirty seconds. Jax: Oat milk warrior. Respect. I’m a cold brew black kinda guy. We might survive each other. What’s your name? Ella: Ella. Yours? Jax: Jax. Nice to meet you, Ella with the dangerous smile in your pics.