Novel & Cerita Jack Dylan Grazer 2017

“Come on, Katheryn. What’s wrong with you? Look at our daughter. She’s very beautiful. Darrel’s son will surely be impressed.” “Thank you, Dad.” I smiled at him and she did the same. “So, I’ll go downstairs now. People are already waiting for us at the venue. And Katheryn, please don’t bug our daughter. She’s already twenty-four for Pete’s sake. Let her wear whatever she wants.” Mom just glared at him as he made his way outside. Then Mom looked back at me in disapproval, and I feel like she still wanted to say something but she chose to remained silent.

"His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you want to know him? Are you having a problem with him?" "Ah no, he just dropped my cellphone. I want to ask for compensation." Chloe lied and made the nerdy girl nod. Ara chuckled that she knew Chloe was lying. Nothing has fallen since morning. Only Chloe's brain asked for a rip. Seeing a bad boy just once made Chloe like him immediately. "What are you doing?" asked Ara. "I'm just looking for his social media accounts." Chloe also explained that he was Dj. Maybe on weekends she can see Dj Mashii perform at the club. Just watching him without gett

"Sir, I have Mr. Jackson with me.” Derreck nods his head and Jared steps to the side to let him in. Dylan clears his throat before speaking. “Thank you for meeting me, Mr. Gray.” Dylan was no longer fit like he was a year ago. He now had a beer belly, his golden skin was looking flush, and he had visible bags under his eyes. His greenish-grey eyes were dull and lifeless.

Somewhere from the corner of my eyes felt Cole's gaze on me. "Whatever" she replied. "Come on everyone give each other their introduction," Dylan said. "So, who's going to be first?" Cole asked. Dylan raised his hands. "My name is Dylan Frazier as you all know. I'm 17 years old, I'm in senior high school, and I go to the same school as you all. My eye colour is blue, my hair colour is brown. Height is 6 ft and not to forget I also have six-packs. In short, I'm that type of person you can't forget easily." he said with a wink.

“You’re fucked, man. She’ll never give it up.” But Jax loved a challenge. Jax Harlan was the complete opposite of Grace. At twenty-three, with messy dark hair that seemed to cover his piercing blue eyes, a lean muscular build gotten from working at the local auto shop, and snake tattoos across his arms and chest, Jax was trouble. He rode a black motorcycle through the streets and always smoked behind the old diner. His crew of friends, a rough group of mechanics and dropouts were drinking at the pool hall one lazy summer evening when the challenge was thrown down.