Fran Johnson Novels & Stories

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

I read story after story of tragedy; whole families killed, children left orphaned, businesses destroyed… and then I came across the memorial piece for the Luna. A black and white image of her funeral took up the whole front page. The photographer had captured the shot from the side, showing Julius standing at her coffin, wearing a plain black suit, his head held high as he looked forward into nothingness. There was no evidence that he had shed any tears, in fact his face seemed to lack emotion altogether. It mirrored the face of the man who stood beside him, an older gentleman who I assumed was his father.

" Johnny asked, alarmed, looking at me like I’d just seen a ghost. "There’s a man claiming to be your uncle. He said you’d use me… then sell me… or make me one of your whores. I know it’s not true," I stammered. Johnny’s eyes darkened with anger. "You know that’s not true, right? I would never hurt you… let alone use you like that." His voice was steady and serious. I followed him as he left the office, my legs trembling with residual fear. "What are you doing here, Francisco?" Ciro asked, his tone dangerously low.

He introduced himself. In response Franck said, “It`s a pleasure reverend. I am Franck Dubila” “Glad to know and meet you. I won`t waste much of your time. I just want to share with you a disturbing vision I had about you during mass.” Fr. Juan tried to make himself clear to him. “I don`t understand Fr. Juan.” Confused and lacking comprehension Franck expressed worries.

If she really was the Johnson that the family kept hiding about, she's the mayor of golds and the pride of the family. The entirety of the world was crazy about this girl who is talked about so much by the world's biggest businessman; Framton Johnson. His favorite daughter, the only daughter in his family of six siblings. "Hey... she's Mr. Framton's daughter, Darla and Ravine said." "In the website yesterday, right? Nah, I don't believe them." "Why not!?" "Mr. Framton wouldn't put his favorite daughter in this campus, right? Even if he pays like every teacher's salary, he won't do that..."

Carter said, pretending to pout his lips “let the woman live a little” “With the number of men who are here, having their eyes on her? I would rather not get into fights with anyone, thank you” Nathan said, taking the glass from Carter. He looked at the bartender, nodding at him to come “get the beautiful lady a glass of virgin mojito” “I tried, little one” Carter said, shrugging his shoulders. He took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes following Nathan’s gaze at the two Italians who just annoyed him “did they say anything wrong?”

, those who'd been jeering seconds ago fell dead silent. Duncan's face lost all color, and he froze stiff in place. "Captain Carter, what did you just call him? Are you mistaken? He's just a shameless john. How could he possibly be…" His whole body started shaking. Clearly, he couldn't believe what he'd just heard.

Ryan to Johnson. "Yes, sir!" replied Johnson firmly.

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.