Icarly Jonah Novels & Stories

“Or something with explosions. I’m not picky.” Cal chuckles, hand automatically sliding up my bare thigh (I’m only wearing one of Jonah’s oversized shirts and literally nothing else). “You just want me hard for the whole movie.” “Guilty,” I grin, nipping his jaw. “Where’s Jonah?” “Still working.” Cal jerks his chin toward the bedroom. “Poor bastard’s got a client deadline in eight days and zero Wi-Fi. He’s handwriting notes like it’s 1997.” I snort. “He’s such a nerd.”

I yelled, pulling myself from the mattress to the headboard. My inner wolf was beckoning on me to run, not see him as my mate. "I-I'm looking for Damon! I need to see Damon!" The smile disappeared from his face, going cold completely. He froze, his hand hanging in the air. The heat rose in the room, and I felt it set on me. "Damon?" he repeated, his voice soft in a strange way. "The Alpha who rejected you? Is that your first thought after giving birth to my children?" His sudden rage overwhelmed him. The power aura rolling off him was thick, and I felt like I was suffocating.

"Are you two really sharing a room? Can't you stay separately?" Jonah laughed. "It's just sharing a room. What are you so worried about?" … The next morning, Eric called Jonah aside, his voice cold. I happened to be heading downstairs and overheard their conversation. "Jonah, I see you as my best friend. Yet you slept with my girlfriend!" Jonah scoffed. "Your girlfriend is Lila, so don't accuse me of something like that." "Jonah! I'm not joking!" Eric snapped. "Stop pretending to be Gina's boyfriend."

Sarah says with her mouth full of waffles, as she gestures at Nico seated on the barstool and Gianna beside her. "It was not a date." The two say in unison, which makes them look at each other then back to their plates. "Good, because if you haven't noticed, "Jonah turns to Nico's direction, "I was pissed this morning, though you were making a move on my girl." "You said Lizzy is your girl just this morning,"James mutters. "There is enough of me to go around," Jonah says with a boyish grin. Everyone rolls their eyes. "Gosh, it's like a mixture of Adam and Nico," Sarah mutters in horror as she shivers.

Nathan looked down at the phone in my hand before nodding, unwrapping his arms as he got up from the couch, picking his own phone from the inside of his jacket’s pocket. “Any specific flavor for your popcorn? Caramel? Salt? Cheese?” “All of the above?” I said, making Nathan laugh. He nodded, making my eyes widen as I didn’t expect that to be his response. “Nathan! I was joking, you’re going to end up making me fat” I said, shaking my head. Nathan laughed, his laugh sounding like music to my ears as my heart skipped a beat. My wolf purred, and for a second, Nathan’s laughter died down and I could swear that he returned the favor before he looked at his phone.

Now, more people were talking about him and even though she was a part of it, it would be dumb to let it get into her head. She was about to close the page down when she saw another article. This one was a video of Jonah ranting about how he hadn’t been invited to his own uncle’s wedding and how his wedding would be even bigger and better than Xavier’s. For the first time, Charlotte saw just how embarrassing Jonah was. She couldn’t believe she had been married to someone who was so superficial that instead of trying to figure out ways to help himself financially, he was announcing his childishness to the whole world.

he tells me. “Accident? What kind of accident?” I question. The worst incident we had with mailing was when a vengeful ex tried to send someone a dead animal, which shut us down for days after it was investigated by the authorities. I’ve never dealt with sensitive material that affects an Alpha before. Noah blinks a few times, before he scrambles to explain himself. “A substance was spilt over my hands recently when I opened a package. It burnt me.” I glance down at his hands. All I see is perfect, undisrupted skin.

"Tricia, you won't believe it. I met someone." She dragged me to this off-campus bar the next night just so I could see him. And there he was—tall, broad shoulders, dark messy hair that looked like he ran his hands through it too many times, and this easy, crooked smile that made my stomach flip before I even knew his name. Jonah. Sarah's Jonah

"Don't act innocent. You told me you wanted to ask her out. And you then you started those stupid painting lessons to get closer to her." Jonah looked embarrassed. "Um, I would never try anything on Haven while she's dating someone else." "Yeah sure." Tristian spat. "You probably followed her here." "Oh there you are Jonah!" A pretty girl with long brown hair appeared next to him. "Friends of yours?" "Um, everyone, this is Monica, my date." "It's so nice to meet you, Monica." I grinned. "I'm Haven. I'm a good friend of Jonah's." "Oh yeah, you guys do the painting lessons! He's getting so good!"

“Mind your tone.” He turned to her. “No. I have a right to be upset. Everything I thought I knew—everything—was fake?” Dominic spoke again, quieter. “Nothing was fake. Your life here is real. Your memories here matter. But there’s more. And I want to give that to you. If you’ll let me.” Jonah stared at him for a long time. Then he turned to Mama Sade. “I need air,” he said. He walked out, slamming the door behind him.