Jay Leno Novels & Stories

I ask with wide eyes and gaze up at the skyline dominated by large, towering buildings. Having read up about New York when my father told me which sections I would not be allowed to enter when married to Sergio, I knew all the popular places in town. Even when I escaped yesterday, it never clicked that we lived along the row of buildings so expensive that half of them stood empty. Kai chuckles as he walks over to me and takes my hand in his. “Yes, it is. I own all the adult and entertainment clubs here,” he says with pride. I look up at him and raise my eyebrow.

On his face were a mustache, a variety of shapes, and a hippo while on Jade's face was written: JADE IS A LOSER! The room was filled with laughter as they both laughed at their own and each other's faces. They were still laughing when they heard the telephone ring. The laughter immediately stopped and Jade stood up from the couch. She ran a hand through her tousled hair as she stared at the phone, wondering who could be calling. The call ended and after a few seconds, it began to ring again. She dragged her feet as she walked to the phone, praying that the caller wasn't her dad. She hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone and whispering a hello into it.

Elianna rushed all the way to the kitchen door and exclaimed, "Jayson!" In the spacious kitchen, Jayson had clearly taken control. Jayson, the eldest of her four brothers, was not only the tallest but also the most fit. Standing at 1.92 meters, his physique was the result of both natural gift and years of hard training as a special forces soldier. His features were sharp, with a chiseled jaw, piercing eyes, and a high nose. After years of rigorous duty, his fair skin had been replaced with a healthy, tanned glow.

"May I present Molun, the owner of this establishment? Mister ...?" - "Jayden. Ken Jayden." I said. What was wrong with me? Why was I announcing my name to a large group of people that I hoped to rob one day - if I hadn't already. Then again, I was now so rich, I wouldn't have to work anymore. Maybe. I might even be able to ask Lena to marry me, and settle down. - "Assk him if he wantss to make another bet." said the snake man, Molun.

I giggled at his stupidity as he walked past me and out to the car. “Well, I am glad to see that Dillion and you seem to get along because he is going to be staying with you in Rome.” I turned around and held my breath as I looked at Jensen standing at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt that showed off his abs and chest muscles perfectly. A pair of ripped black jeans with black converse high tops and a black leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. He was breathtaking and I could feel my lust for him rising more and more. I calmed myself and walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Aww. Are you jealous handsome?” His arms came around my waist and p

Leno himself is even ashamed of himself, he has exceeded the normal age to blush like a teenager who is in the air. By the way now they're circling the mall after watching the movie grant Javier's wish. They've entered the clothing store several times, even the bookstore. Leno buys a book for Jeno, he also buys drawing equipment for Javier, not to forget also a robot toy for Juno. Leno once offered Rachel what she wanted, but Rachel only asked for a large glass of chatime. Leno can't even believe what Rachel is asking for, whereas Leno can buy her more than a glass of chatime, such as a branded bag or maybe a set of make-up tools. "You're fit to be Dad," rachel said, looking at Leno holding

He was just sitting amongst the other celebrities with his wife a few moments ago? Finally, Jason's current personal assistant, James Clarkson, looking dapper in his tuxedo, walked up to the microphone and cleared his throat. "I'm sorry to disappoint everyone," he said. "Jason Lyndon is unable to come up on stage right now. His wife has just gone into labor!" The crowd burst into whoops and applause, understanding the situation and happy for the new parents.

Landon chuckled a bit. Unlike Zenith Jaden, who was impeccably dressed and perfectly put together, Jason Walsh was wearing a pair of tight jeans with the knees torn out, a pair of blue sneakers, and a faded black t-shirt with the Gucci logo on the front. He looked like someone who was there cleaning rooms.

"The J.H.W. FanCon tour in Cleveland was a massive technical disaster with no backup plan. Ashton Johnson was unprepared to handle an event of this magnitude. If this is any indication of how he runs J.H.W. Philanthropies, it’s clear he’s too young, unprofessional, and inexperienced to be the CEO of a corporate company." Lennox skims through the words in an instant before tossing my phone behind him. It lands on a pillow and thuds on the floor. "Thanks," I say sarcastically. "Fuck them," he responds, raising an eyebrow. "Calling you young and unprofessional is a cheap shot, and those journalists will always take it. I'm not just saying this because we're dating and sleeping together. It's th

He is like the celebrity of the corporate world. I search for his social media accounts so I can stalk him better, but other than the company's official pages, I couldn't find anything. Just a F******k fan-made page of Ryan Damison, that’s it. I like him. I. LIKE. HIM. A man who is busy making money has no time for petty fame or social media. My interest in him has reached Jupiter by now. Around five in the evening, when I am almost done with work, the telephone on my table rings. I have my own fucking telephone. So cool!