Jay Crawley Novels & Stories

The wrinkles on Jay’s face could not be concealed, but he still had a strong build and looked to be in good spirits. Jay was chatting with Floyd. He looked at Nicole and raised his eyebrows. “This little girl is all grown up now! She looks more and more like her mother.” Nicole paused and subconsciously looked at Floyd. Floyd’s expression did not change. He nodded with a smile. Nicole was a little relieved to see this. Floyd pointed at Clayton, who was next to Nicole. “This is Clayton Sloan, my good son-in-law.” Clayton was polite and knew what to say. Before Jay spoke, Clayton said with a warm and humble smile, “Mr. Malone, I’ve long heard of your name.”

“The child she…” “The child is hers, and though you have donated the sperm, I wouldn’t consider a fucking thief the legal father.” He said, stopping the man. Elijah let out a low growl, and Dean glared at him before he tensed. I knew that things could end up getting dirtier than we wanted them to be. However, Dean didn’t have the chance to react as Irina cried out. I frowned in confusion before turning to face her. Her eyes were wide and she put a hand on her stomach.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

He assured me that she was doing much better these days, and that there was hope that she'd get better soon. Layla lost her mom at age four and her Dad died even before her birth. She had someone taking care of her but no one could fill the space of one's parents. Well, except for one person. Just as I entered the car to drive back to the pack house, an urgent voice filled my head. ‘Where are you, Ruby?’ Clinton’s tone was sharp, almost frantic. ‘About heading back to the pack house,’ I replied, nearly rolling my eyes when I recalled that he couldn't see me. ‘What's wrong?’

Crawley is attending a meeting now, so she needs to wait for a while. While checking a magazine and replacing a file on the table, James enters the room with a bunch of documents. The private room has a transparent wall, but James can’t see her from there. She watches as James handles everything perfectly, arranging the documents without messing anything up. She feels an urge to keep him after kicking Damien out of the company. “He can be the perfect assistant for my son,” she muses.

Chapter 1213 Coupled with Clarence’s scandal, Zachary almost stood a chance of winning, so he withdrew from the next presidential election. Moreover, he would be in prison for a few years. Although Braylon’s strong opponent was forced out, Braylon only said, "Well done." The expression on his face was still dignified. In the evening, Catelyn and Braylon had a video call. "Dad, you look terrible," Catelyn said seriously, holding a cup of tea in his hand.

Shakily, I stare at the headline news, my face paling. Jay is dead? I squint my eyes, continuing to read further. ‘Marcus Cullen popularly known as Jay is said to be stabbed multiple times on the night of his house party in moon claw pack, on his journal is a threat message to Alpha Astrid Vance of the moon claw pack, there’s still some investigations going on, and for now. Jay’s villa is kept locked.’ My head is dizzy as I read the article over and over again. The night I saw Cleo was the day that he died. Does she have anything to do with all of these? And my name...They are targeting me, someone I don’t even know is after my life.

It was so extremely ordinary and happy until it wasn't so anymore. Clara Caley had slipped in the shower after she came back from work and had hit her head. It was quite a blow, but she thought it wasn't anything important, ignoring it. Back then Jake was the only one home. His father was working late, and Aiden was at a friend's house. Clara had lied down for a quick nap, telling Jake to wake her up after an hour, yet she died in her sleep. When Jake went to wake her up, he couldn't. No matter how much he called her, how much he shook her, how much he screamed and cried, Clara Caley wouldn't wake up.

“I’ll look into it, but don’t get your hopes up. Whoever’s covering for her is good—damn good. But I’m not giving up. I’ll find a way.” I scoffed. “Yeah? I’ll be rotting in here by then.” Clark straightened. “Trust me, Ryan. I’ll get you out.” Just then, the cell door swung open. The commanding officer, Jay, entered, his expression grim. He handed Clark a sealed envelope, his gaze flicking to me before turning away. “This is for you, Clark,” Jay said before walking out, shoulders tense. Clark tore the envelope open, pulling out a single sheet of paper. I watched his eyes skim the letter, his face shifting from confusion to anger. He crumpled the paper, jaw clenched so tight I thought he’d br

“I know who you seek revenge for. Allen Waters, hired by Ecliprises under the alias Owen. Labeled missing in action after he never reported back in. Interestingly enough, I had nothing to do with his death. The only thing that I did was not place him under my protection. Unlike Jayla here, he was rash and overconfident. He thought far too highly of himself. All of his undercover success must have gone to his head because he decided that he could pull off a one- man drug bust. He caused the deaths of two of my men and put three others in a hospital. I ordered nothing but my men to look after each other. I find it rather amusing how similar you both are; rash, arrogant, and idiotic.” He raised