Jeff Buchanan Novels & Stories

Chapter 36 Kevin Jacobs POV Hey, I am Kevin Jacobs, the eldest of four children, first born child of Lana and Harry Jacobs... I am 35 years old... Youngest man to ever be President in America... It is a title of which I am proud. I have two brothers and a sister, I am closest to Kyler, we have a lot more in common than the other’s do, but I never see my family since I stay in Washington, and they stay in LA.

she stuttered “ then I don’t see the issue of you coming back with me?” I questioned “ I just I’m not going back there” she mumbled walking out of the kitchen “ there has to be something she isn’t telling us” Creed addressed “ she isn’t hiding something, she has a past in the US. One that you can tell wasn’t so pleasant. Instead of pressuring her to go back Alexander maybe try to find out why she’s so hell bent on not” grandma shrugged walking out of the kitchen as well

Else, Pa john will have to send you out in the next two months if you don't pay your rent. Finally, the meeting was over. Kimberly's joy knew no bounds. She followed her boss sluggishly behind him. "Thank God!" She blurted. "Thank God for what?" Damien turned to her. Arching his brows at her. "The meeting was boring." She answered sincerely. "No wonder you almost slept in there. Let's go out to eat. I'm famished." ********* "Guess what sir?" The unknown guy spoke to the man in sixties. "Talk to me, Bryan." The old man answered.

Surely- this was my Uncle Caleb, Dad, and Uncle Fred's brother. "That's me. Who do I owe the pleasure to?" I reply, making him chuckle. "Right. Let me introduce myself. The name is Caleb. Caleb Knight, I'm the owner of Knight's Enterprise and the father of Andrew Knight. It's come to my attention that you are the man of the night." he says smiling, extending his arm for me to shake. I shake firmly, making his smile widen. "It's a pleasure, sir," I say, playing it off. Does he really not know we are related? Or could he be trying to pull my leg? Either way, I have a feeling I need to be careful with him.

“Where are you going?” “Shit,”Ethan curses under his breath. He takes a breath, composing himself, then turns around. “Duncan, I need to speak with James.” The man in the doorway is shorter than Ethan, and has blond hair scraped into a bun. He’s wearing a blue tartan kilt—so he’s not one of Ethan’s clan. He grins, then gestures behind him. “Come inside,” he says. Ethan pauses for a beat before he sighs. He heads back toward the door, his hand still clasped around mine.

He had to turn things around and become the new CEO of the business and the new heir of the family. When the family finished the ceremony, Robert stood next to Blake and motioned to Jenkins to allow a few people to enter the room. The double doors were opened, and five people walked in and knelt before Blake. The first man was the duly elected President of the United States, George Cluney. The second was the Prime Minister of England, Mrs. Gloria Howtzer. The third person was the King of Africa, Obera Mucha. The fourth was the leader of the United Nations, Robert Downing. Finally, the last one was Sam Wheaton, COO of Elon Trust Enterprises. Gasps were heard throughout the room as everyone re

Kansas City, Missouri, America, 1983 Jordan Findley wanted to see him in his office, and in Aaron’s experience, that was either a very good thing, or a very bad one. Though the Guardian Leader rarely raised his voice, an admonishment from him was much like disappointing a favorite parent, and as Aaron made his way to the top floor of the office building, he hoped this was good news.

I nodded, acknowledging his request, "Anything else, sir?" He snorted, settling himself behind his desk, "Yes, stop calling me sir or Mr. Astor. You've lasted as my assistant longer than anyone, bar Katie," his face soured at the mention of her name, lips curling into a snarl, "and you aren't doing any of the stuff she did to keep her job so you've impressed me. Might as well give you the privilege to call me Gunnar." I looked at him with a look of utter astonishment. Did he suddenly see the light inside the bathroom or maybe the ghost of Christmas future approached him?

Had a crush on Luca when they first meet. His favorite thing about Nixon is his hair. Likes vanilla ice cream with salt and vinegar chips. Likes sweet potatoes but doesn’t like sweet potato pie. Nixon- Prefers cold showers but takes hot ones for Harper’s sake. Hates wearing shoes and socks. (But he does) His favorite color is really pink but he always says black. Hates pickles but likes fried pickles. His favorite thing about Harper is the small scar he has on his hip. (Harper fell out of a tree when he was a kid)

the manager began nervously, two saleswomen on either side of him, each with a glass of champagne in hand. "Do you have any idea who Mr. Chancellor is? He's not just a COO. He's also the second largest shareholder of Hunter Industries. Second only to my husband, billionaire Will Hunter. Unless you want him spending his money elsewhere, go away. He is in a bit of a mood," Bianca said with a practised smile that almost made me chuckle. "Of course, Mrs. Hunter," the manager said, clearing his throat. "Mr. Chancellor, please take your time. Excuse us. Give them some room," he said, shooing his employees away.