Jared Donalson Novels & Stories

Heart rate: elevated (approximately 130 bpm) Respiratory rate: shallow, rapid Blood pressure: spiking “Let me get this straight. You kidnapped me, offered me a job, and now you're blackmailing me?" "I prefer to think of it as aggressive recruitment." "That's not funny.” “Most people don't argue with me, Jane." "Most people aren't doctors who watched one man try to kill them for having a conscience. I did what you ask. Now let me go.” "I can't do that. You have twenty-four hours to decide." He stood, heading for the door. "I don't need twenty four hours! I already know my answer!” He paused, hand on the doorframe waiting.

He had Italy's top goldsmiths forge a solid gold cross taller than a man. He dropped millions on a private Mediterranean island—naming it after her. For the first time ever, the reclusive Don went public with a social handle: LoveLucy. His first post was a sickly-sweet declaration: [Thank you to the most important woman in my life, Lucy, for giving me my firstborn son. My life is now complete.] The press conference dragged on for three days. Every major family, politician, and business shark filled the hall. Cameras flashed as Vincent posed with Lucy on his arm, all smiles.

I reached for my phone and sent Dwayne a quick message first, letting him know that Maverick was back safe, and thanking him again for his help and lending me money, though I don’t need the money anymore. Just then, my thoughts went to Jared. Where was he? Was he all right? He had rescued Maverick as he promised, and part of me went warm. The memories of how he was willing to put his company on the line for Maverick were heartwarming, as much as I hated to admit it. How’s he now? How’s his company now? Right, the J&S. Jared had sold his shares so what would happen next? Just then, my phone buzzed and I saw it was a call from him. Quickly, I picked it up and answered.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

"I wanted to talk with you. You have to stop what you're doing. It may seem harmless, but you're hurting a lot of people." "That's their cup of tea, not mine." Jade shrugged, slightly disappointed that her game wasn't working anymore. "How can you say that? Knowing how many people you've hurt, even Principal Dolan." Shawn criticized, a little annoyed over her calmness. Jade shrugged. "I just gave him a new makeover. Stop making it sound like I made him cry." Shawn burst out. Jade was simply being outrageous. "Yes, you did. Principal Dolan fu... Principal Dolan cried."

Then he scrambled to his feet and hurried away like the coward he was, disappearing into the darkness toward the parking lot. Dorla stood there staring at the spot where Jason had been, her arms wrapped around herself. The fire in her eyes slowly faded, replaced by something much heavier, sadness. Hurt. Disappointment. I felt completely useless. This was new territory for me. I knew how to kill a man in twenty different ways. I knew how to protect her from bullets and knives. But I had no fucking idea how to make her smile again. How to take away that look on her face. I stepped closer, hesitant for the first time in years.

he said as I interrupted him. “A tough time? You don’t get anything Jared, you weren’t there! I let a boy die, I sent him to his death!” I yelled again as I stood up and slammed my fists down on the table. “Shit happens Damon, that’s not on you, Darwin killed him!” he said equally angry now. “I could’ve stopped it and I didn’t,” I replied. “Stepping down over guilt is not going to take it away!” he yelled at me. “I can’t shift Jared!” I yelled as he looked at me in disbelief.

"You're his wife. You were pregnant and bleeding in the ruins, and they secured the weapons first? If I hadn't brought you here immediately, you wouldn't have just lost the baby. You would be dead. Where is he now? Does he not care at all?" "He's probably with Monica," I answered in a low voice. The doctor fell silent. Naked pity filled his eyes. Even he understood the line Enzo and Monica had crossed. I asked to be left alone. After the door closed, I reached for my phone. The underworld had already begun to stir. The title of Don came bundled with blood, power, and gossip. The first rumors surfaced on dark web forums. Footage showed me collapsing in the armory, soaked in blood. Clips from

Someone who was one step ahead. The way someone had always been one step ahead. Sophia stood up. Moved to the oven. Pulled the croissants out on autopilot, her hands doing the work they always did while the rest of her was somewhere else entirely. "Raymond Holt," she said. A pause. "He is in Florida," Dana said. "Retired. No professional activity for fourteen months." "No professional activity we can see," Sophia said. Another pause. Longer. "I will run him," Dana said.

“Did you not hear me?” “I heard, but you seem to have forgotten that I’ve been hunted my entire life. This wouldn’t be anything new,” I stated firmly. “Furthermore, I would appreciate it if you stopped following me. If you’d like to be friends, that’s fine, but not as my guard or whatever this arrangement is supposed to be.” Then, I added, “Also, please make sure to inform Dane that if he wants to stalk me, he should do it himself.” Kendra stood up from her chair, unsure of what to say. It seemed she was in a state of shock as she asked, “Did you know that Dash was helping Kade?”