Jaden Walton Novels & Stories

"Scarlett." ******

Jayden opened and Harvest Weekly's I*******m account and saw the latest photos and videos that had just been uploaded on the Harvest Weekly page. He saw Lea's name tagged in the magazine and decided to follow Lea and open his girlfriend's account. There aren't many uploads on Lea's account, mostly just reposted uploads. Jayden looked at the photos and video clips of Lea with a young actor named Jonathan Issac getting tons of likes and comments. He opened the comments column and read the various comments in it. His face was getting more and more cloudy. Who is Jonathan Issac really? Jayden decided to open Jonathan Issac's account which was tagged by people who commented. Jonathan Issac is a v

he insisted, turning on her. "Six lashes for the both of you." Donovan declared. "Go to the study room and wait for me." They turned and raced into the house in tears. Boma's heart thudded and she was speechless as Donovan faced her. "Josh and Jane are twins. My parents are abroad and they let me know that those kids have been banned from using the pool this month due to fighting which is not allowed in this house. I have to come for weekends frequently now to keep an eye on things."

He chuckled, seemingly amused by my shock. “I’m Samuel,” he introduced himself, an easy smile forming on his lips. The blonde man with a lean build and short stubble was only a couple of inches taller than I was, though I figured he was somewhere in his twenties when he got turned. I knew I would be a fool to trust him immediately, but it felt like I’d found a friend in him. I flashed him a small smile. “Sofia.” “Like I don’t know that,” he winked. “The prince is known to be picky with women. The fact that he’s giving you the attention you’re getting practically makes you a celebrity here.”

I said as I fought a smile. “You give them everything and this is how they treat you,” Gabe sighed. “I’ll get started on your mythical. I’m Adea. What can I get you?” I asked his friend. “I heard. I’m Leo. I’ll take what Gabriel’s having,” he said. He wore a white baseball cap flipped back, his blonde hair was shaved short, but long in the front. He was handsome, his light brown eyes stared at me with interest and a hint of jealousy. As if there was anything to be jealous about between me and Gabe.

He turned to Jaden and said with a cold expression in his eyes, “I finally understand. You’re here to find fault, right?” Jaden sneered, “Brother, don’t blame me for not reminding you. This matter has nothing to do with you. It’s a private matter between Cynthia and me. I advise you to keep out of it. Otherwise, I’ll get someone to throw you out of here!” There was no need for Jaden to be afraid at all. He was the heir to the fourth branch of the Larson family. How could anyone in tiny Riverdale do anything to him? Besides, this man before him seemed very ordinary.

“Honestly? Same choice I’d make.” Jaden bowed slightly. “Respect.” “Name?” “Jaden Afolayan. I’m Nigerian-American, don’t get confused by the name.” Martin nodded. “Nice. I’ve been to Nigeria once.” “Not me,” Jaden sighed. “Born here. But I’ll go someday.” “You should,” Martin said. “You’d like it.” Martin held out a hand. Jaden shook it. Held it one beat too long. Kai looked like a cat about to hiss at a lemon.

JAYDEN FUCK ME JAYDEN BLACK (ML) — 27YRS DIANE PARIS (FL) — 20YRS DIANE~~ I walked into the kitchen, wishing to get distracted from the lull in the front of the restaurant. Luckily, Jaden is already back here washing dishes, so I have someone to talk to.

Such as sleep with her and break her heart. What the fuck were you thinking, inviting her to this wedding? I take another healthy swallow of my drink, and my phone dings with a text from Jonathan to my group chat with him and Jaden. Jaden’s in Tahiti with Cynthia, so he probably won’t respond. Jonathan Someone really has it out for us He links to an article in the New York Star. I click into it. “Jonathan Crown — Playboy of the Year or Getting Played?”

[Walter: Where are you all at?] [Caden: I'm tearing up the track at Sunlit Heights. Don't you dare come and ruin my fun. If she's not Mrs. Walter Gordon, I'm shooting my shot with both these ladies.] [Walter: You're really going for it, huh?] Jordan, who was really Caden in disguise, could easily pass for some carefree youth. His family was high-profile, and they would flip if they knew he was risking his neck in races. They would rather see him confined to a wheelchair than reduced to ashes in an urn.