Jay Snyder Narrator Novels & Stories

"Her mother's terrifying. But then, aren't they all?" I raised a questioning brow. He laughed. "Oh come on. You can't tell me you're not even the tiniest bit scared of Cathleen's mum." I was saved from that line of questioning by Warren. "It's almost time, dude. I hope you're not getting cold feet. Looks like it from over here. What are you doing sitting at the bar alone drinking? Regretting this already?" "Never." There was absolute conviction in Jay's voice. Warren nodded "Good. Because you'd never be able to do better than Sana."

--- Nobody spoke. Noah clicked play. --- For several seconds, nothing happened. Just static. Soft background noise. Then movement. A chair shifting. A glass touching wood. The tiny sounds of someone preparing themselves to speak. And then— Jasper. --- Not CEO Jasper. Not keynote Jasper. Not boardroom Jasper. Not the carefully constructed version of him that existed in public memory. This voice sounded tired. Human. Alone. --- "Well." A small laugh followed. Dry. Amused. A little sad.

Stain, and he was glad to have been able to do so. Jack looked up, meeting Mr. Stain's gaze. Mr. Stain asked politely, "Are you sure that you can do this? You will be seeing things like this often." Jack nodded confidently, replying, "Try me." Jack had already proven his ability to take out the men without using any weapons, and he was sure he could handle whatever else Mr. stain had in store. He was hopeful that Mr. Stain would still be alive when he was done, as he needed the money desperately. Mr. Stain took five minutes before another car arrived, and he entered the car with Jack, ready to take off. Jack was confident that he could handle whatever came his way, and he was grateful for th

I need to go," she added, starting to back towards the door. "Wait, Elliana," he replied. "My name is Jayden, let's just talk for a minute. I'm really sorry. Please, I don't want you to feel like this is all your fault." But Elliana was already out the door, and she didn't look back.

And he didn't even need to ask because he knew this snitch wouldn't know what it was. “You've been very helpful, Jonas,” Snyder said after brooding on these things for a while. And Jonas smiled, revealing impeccably white teeth before saying, “Hey, you get what you pay for, Mr. Snyder... I can leave now, though, right?” “Give me a minute, let me recap all you've told me to make sure I've gotten everything right,” Snyder said before getting out a book and own which he carried everywhere with him to take notes. He had a photographic memory, but, as the old saying went, 'Writing things down was always better than storing them in one's head’. Although Snyder was now not sure if that was how the

Ruby made small talk. "I always live alone," said Jay. His wry smile confused Ruby. Was what he said part of the story scenario, or not? "Ah, sorry, was I presumptuous?" Jay wrapped his fingers around the metal barrier. "Of course not. I enjoy talking about myself every time. It feels like half your world is warm when someone listens.” "Is it true? I'm happy to listen.” “Well, not very interesting. It's just the story of an orphanage child who received a scholarship and was employed by a company that became as big as it is now," said Jay, his slow blink seeming to dispel the heat in his eyes.

Nick’s POV “Ah, I’ll cut to the chase. I am Mr. Jay Lee Adams’ assistant and surely you must already know who he is. Mr. Adams’ driver accidentally saw a boy who had the same face as his daughter. And that boy is Piper Smith’s son. Surely this is a big question mark and a mystery that Mr. Adams must solve. Isn’t it?” I asked. To be honest, Doctor Sara quite impressed me. She was so careful.

Heather remembered how Craig had told her that she had nothing to do with the Snyders, and she felt bitter in her heart. She pursed her heart and said, "Craig's older brother, Jay, hates the Snyders. He keeps on saying that he wants all the Snyders to pay with their lives. If I can't find out what happened, he won't spare me." Ivy felt speechless. "Can you believe what Mr. Snyder said?" Heather frowned. "Now that we've reached this stage, he knows the Simpsons want him dead. I don't think he'll make up any excuses."

He must be a big guy, she thought. “Pretty sure you came for an interview and not a tour. Miss Tracy?” Jay reckoned with a snaring voice that came forth, sharp and cold. He leaned into his office seat, caressing his moustache with his fingers, while his other palm gripped the chair arm, firm. “so.. sorry, Jay Co…” Naomi paused, Jay Cobb's brows lifted to form an arc as he leaned forward on hearing his name stuttering out, a little raw from the mouth of a total stranger who doesn't have any credentials nor social security number.

She drew out her hand with the phone and answered it without seeing the caller ID. "Yes," She answered "Ollie, Jesus, Ollie," came a recognizable sweet voice from the other side. Ollie's eyebrows furrowed. She didn't like the frantic tone. It sent a shiver through her and she automatically pressed the brakes to slow the car down. Her chest tightened and she hesitated to answer.