Jared Donalson Novels & Stories

I say. Enzo grins and I can’t get away fast enough. “Thought you’d say that.” The arena announcer barely finishes introducing the next match before the entire atmosphere shifts. Word spreads quickly. The Don is stepping into the Ring. The roar from the crowd doubles in volume as I descend the steps toward the arena floor. Guards part automatically, people moving aside without even realizing why. When I reach the edge of the Ring, the referee looks surprised but he is smart enough not to question it. I remove my jacket first, handing it to one of the guards before pulling my shirt over my head.

Jared chuckled lowly. Sean's head snapped up and he frowned. "Who the fuck are you guys?!" "Hey, keep it down we have the guns remember?" Xavier taunted. Sean took a deep breath while scanning his desk for his red bottle. "Shoot me and you'll be surrounded in no time." "There's no fun in that," Jared said, "We need you to see the Don." "You don't know what you're talking about," Sean snapped. "Don't we?" Jared shared another look with Xavier.

From his hideout on the terrace, he watched them all cackle as they left, so unsuspecting of the danger that loomed just above them, he also saw that several of the recruits were there, they had all shown up in great amount, he wondered if they were there for Mike or if they were part of the force under Ortom’s control. Finding his father in law, he went back into the hall, Nicholas Sanders found him first, snarling at him, Jared chuckled, he would wait patiently for the day he would wipe that snarl off his face when his father in law knew just who his daughter was married to, Jared Stone was a name to be afraid of, he had made sure of that before he left, he knew the town’s people had not i

" Excuse me for this... Mr. Carson didn't want me to be held up in traffic. Jared laughed a little. But I didn't think it was a mocking laugh or anything like that. It was more like casual. "Don't worry, that made it clear to us." Easy.” He winked at me in the rearview mirror. Jared had little hair, he had some tattoos on his arms and he also had a piercing in his ear. His small beard had shades between yellow and red. He was a mature man, quite handsome, he looked strong through his arms. It was also seen that he was one of those guys who would not leave you alone at a critical moment. And it seemed from the boys that he would defend you from others.

"I hope you're okay and not doing anything dangerous. Just wait for me there, because I'm going to rush you and kill that son of a bitch. I'm going to finish him off, leaving him no chance to take another step in this world. Nothing can hold me back, not you or anyone else." For the past few days, Jared had never been at peace. The image of Caroline crying disturbed and saddened him. He was deeply saddened by what had happened to his wife. Even with their various strategic plans to attack the mafia that made everything go wrong. "Excuse me, boss." When Jared turned around, he found Donny standing in the doorway with a letter in his hand. "Is it something important, Donny?" asked Jared as he

“Yes…he was just lost like all of us and so we need second chances.” “Alright, I would have liked to chat some more but I feel really tired. Thank you for donating your blood to me. I will never forget this for the rest of my life” his voice was soft as a whisper. Jared was distracted. He failed to notice that something was wrong with Nolan. “It is nothing …okay. Now stop drinking or they will scold me for being a jerk. “Jared said only to realize that Nolan was not breathing.

"Mr. Donaldson, have the athletes wear long sleeves and pants for the friendly match today. It's not appropriate to have them dressed so revealingly on campus." Jared was clearly using his status to get back at the students. If it weren't for them trying to get close to Yvonne, he wouldn't have lost his mind. "What?" Connor and Bradley exchanged confused glances. Why was Jared even more old-fashioned and conservative than they were? In the end, though, his suggestion didn't get enforced. As Jared watched Isabel laughing it up with the athletes, he couldn't help but feel angry. She was so focused on the men around her that she didn't even bother to go home and be with Yvonne, who was obviousl

He took a piece of the sliced apple and fed me with it, his finger brushing against my lips sent shivers all over my body, only if he knows how much I truly love him, but he is getting married to another and this breaks my heart. "Are you guys having a staring contest?" Alex said looking at both of them with some kind of interest. His voice jinxed Damian and me out of our trance as Damian almost spilled all the content of the tray he was carrying on the floor while putting the tray on the bed, but thankfully nothing fell. "Good morning Alex," I said bringing my son closer to me while touching his hair. "Wow you made donuts mum, thank you," he said taking one of the donuts and taking a deep b

He protested, raising his voice as if he wanted the whole neighborhood to hear him. "Keep your voice down or you're going to fucking regret it," Don warned. "So you are going to call her right now and I am going to tell her that it is urgent and that she needs to come here at once because you have taken advantage of my daughter." "I don't think she is in town, sir," Jared said. Was he lying again? Well, that wouldn't a problem anyway. "You don't think? Sounds like another lie to me. Maybe we should get your feet and hands bound. Right? The fact that you are free is giving you a lot of mouth space. Yapping. Making you feel happy when you should not be."

Her eyes darted to the crimson stain on Donald’s chest, realization slamming into her like lightning. Kara’s knees almost gave out as Donald collapsed to the ground. His blood pooled fast beneath him, soaking through the dirt. “Donald.” she dropped to her knees, her voice cracking as she tried to keep him awake. “No… no, no, please… keep your eyes open.” Her tears blurred everything, but she could see his lips moving faintly, as if trying to say a name. Jairo stood frozen, his eyes fixed on Donald’s lifeless form. His jaw clenched so tightly it ached, his chest burning with rage. His world had already seen enough blood, but this… this hit too close.