Jay Crawley Novels & Stories

“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.

“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

“F*ck off! Or I'll have someone to destroy you! Even Jairo has to bow his head down before me, let alone you, you ignorant son of a b*tch!” Gavin’s expression was dark, but there was nothing he could do about it other than retreat to the side despite having been slapped across his face by Craig. Kayson frowned and asked, “So, it’s safe for me to assume that you’re going to defend Jay?” Craig squinted and replied, “Kid, Jay is my man. If you do something to him, it's equivalent to hitting me across the face, so what do you think? “Besides, no one in Greenspring has ever dared to go against me!”

Jay managed to finish the hospital food breakfast. "I finally succeeded. I'm proud of myself." Jay glanced at the sofa. Dita fell asleep after finishing giving a scolding. "I just let him sleep. He must be tired." Jay gets a lot of messages from Citra. Jay just read it without intending to reply. "Very disturbing. I'm obsessed with imagery."Jay is more interested in checking email. Jay is back at work. Check emails sent by prospective actors, candidates, singers, and prospective models. Jay is recruiting new members.

Jasper narrows his eyes at me, but decides not to bring up my thoughts. Instead, he says, "I will not stop until this deal is complete." "Do you know anything about Cyprian? Where he may be?" I ask, hating to bring up the name of the man behind the uprising. Cyprian. Young, strong and extremely manipulative. An outsider of the Love Pack born and raised. A rogue now. All these things are a dangerous concoction I don't want my beautiful mate witnessing. Unfortunately, my end of the deal must be upheld.

I faced the crowd with a smile on my face as they applauded me. I was given a microphone to deliver a speech and I took a deep breath before starting to talk. “Good evening, everyone... I’m Rayne Mae Carson. Never have I ever imagined in my entire life that I would be in this position that I’m in right now and for it, I’m grateful. I hope that I would be able to meet your expectations. I will do whatever it takes me to serve the people of this empire and I hope that I would not let anybody down. I will serve and protect this empire along with our great Emperor, Adrian Harlow. This place has always been and will always be my home and I will happily do anything to keep it safe. Thank you for a