Icarly Jonah Novels & Stories

he asks. “Oh, I’m sorry. I'm just passing through. I'm a photographer, and I saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap a few pictures.” I explain. “Well, ain’t that something. Jeff, she is a photographer, she just saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap some pictures.” He says licking his chops at me like I am a t-bone steak. “Ugh, gross. Hannah, that guy is creepy.” I hear Lily chime in. “Yep” I respond as I continue to snap pictures. Jeff comes through the door and it's his turn to devour me with his creepy eyes.

He lowered his head deeply, burying his tear-soaked face in the back of Hazel's hand. "Hey," Jonah whispered between ragged breaths. "If I bring you official news of the downfall and destruction of Hendrik Sinclaire and his entire dynasty... will you wake up to celebrate with me?" Silence reigned again. Only Jonah's soft sobs blended with the rhythm of the ICU machine. Jonah didn't know how long he had buried his face there, mourning the departure of a woman who wasn't even truly gone. Until suddenly, he jumped. His body straightened instantly. His eyes widened, staring straight at Hazel's still peaceful face, then quickly descended toward her fingers on the mattress.

Jonah said eyeing his friend's food. He walked towards the cafeteria lady when suddenly Brad bumped into him and spilled all over him his orange Mountain Dew drink over his gray shirt. Jonah saw red. "Dude, what the fuck?" Jonah asked pissed. "Sorry, it was an accident. " Brad said in a sarcastic voice. " You did it on purpose. " "Prove it. " Brad said and walked away. Jonah tried to calm down, holding up his wish to grab him and punch him. His hunger for the cheese fries vanished, he decided to walk back to his friends, he really needed a distraction.

I lift my chin and stride ahead of him toward the receiving room doors. I skid to a stop when I see Jonah is already inside. He’s not dressed to meet royalty. He’s barely dressed to go grocery shopping without getting arrested for public intoxication. Ripped jeans, a wrinkled, over-washed gray t-shirt with a long drip of what looks suspiciously like ketchup down the front, and sunglasses inexplicably on the back of his head all combine into an ensemble that answers any questions I might have had about his daytime life. And raised other questions I wish I didn’t have.“Nice place,” he says, pointed to the frescoed ceiling. “Now, I feel like kind of a dick for not springing for a hotel room, at

“Stop it. I’m the fun uncle and that’s all I’ll always be. Never a dad.” “If you say so.” “I do. I better call my assistant to start shopping for a pony. I’ll get her one with honey-brown coat and golden mane.” Jonah groaned dramatically on the other end of the line. “You know what, you’re disinvited.” “You wish.” “Please, I am on my knees right now, Derek. Get her a stuffed pony instead.” “No will do, my dear friend. Now go away. I have work to do.” “I hate you,” said Jonah, flatly.

“We haven’t found out who it is yet. They have already hit us hard. Mr. Sadler… This is…” In fact, he sounded rather troubled. He had no choice but to call Jonah. Jonah’s expression sank slightly. Immediately, he spoke in a deep voice, “I’m going to the company now.” He hung up right after saying that. When he saw that Ivanka was still cleaning up, Jonah sank into a pensive silence before he said softly, “Ivanka, could you help me out?”

" Right then, Callum thoughtfully draped a blanket over Jonah's lap, carefully hiding his swollen belly. Having found nothing conclusive, the cops left after a few perfunctory warnings. Trailing behind the cops, I caught Jonah's eyes wide with terror through the cracks as they shut the door. Then, I watched in horror as countless tiny white worms fall off his wheelchair. My hands flew up to clap over my mouth as I rushed down the stairs. That was just disgusting! … Even after that day, Jonah kept streaming. I couldn't help but wonder if someone as tough and prideful as he was could really endure this forever. … A week later, I lounged in bed and watched his latest livestream. Tonight's meal

He is tall, cloaked in shadow, but it’s not Arc. It’s… someone else. A man with sunken eyes and a smile like a dagger dipped in wine. “Finally awake,” he says, voice silken. “I was starting to worry our prince overdid it.” “Who the hell are you?” I demand. He bows mockingly. “Jonah. Keeper of secrets, breaker of rules. Your temporary jailer.” “Where’s Arc?” “Busy. He’s risking his neck cleaning up the mess Ariel left behind while keeping you out of sight.”

"He's not chickening out because he can't bear to see the woman he likes getting married, is he? It's not like my son to be such a coward." "You're underestimating Cyrus, Dad. He's already reconciled with Landon. He's let it go and moved on." Jonah smiled slightly. "He's just swamped with work. He finally managed to apply for leave and is now on the plane. He'll be arriving tomorrow morning." "Ah, good to know that he's gotten over her. There are plenty of other fish in the sea." Winston nodded contentedly. "If it's a challenge for my son to find a partner, I'm afraid that all the men in the world will end up being bachelors for life."

Loyal. He stood stiff, not from discipline… but from something else. Tension. “Speak,” I said. He looked at Lucas, then at me. Something in his face—resigned. Not scared. Not uncertain. Resigned. “My name isn’t Marco,” he said. Lucas tensed. I narrowed my gaze. “You’ve got about two more seconds to explain that.” “My name is Jonah,” he said flatly. “Elias’s adopted brother.” Everything stopped. Even the rain.