Jerry O'connell Novels & Stories

Uncle Jerry said. "Don't you have an interview?" Vera asked. "You think an interview is more important than you guys?" Uncle Jerry said as we rose to our feet "After what happened, I'm not leaving you even for a second," People couldn't stop staring at Uncle Jerry and Dane as we walked by, I was surprised people haven't recognised uncle Jerry yet, since he was famous MMA fighter and all When we arrived at the new store, it was just as lovely as the previous one, if not more so. "Sophia?" Someone called from behind us, and Sophia turned to see who it was; it was a woman her age, with a big smile on her face.

His sister and father seemed clueless as they wracked their minds, trying to remember who it was. His stepmother, on the other hand, sighed with thinly veiled frustration and answered slowly, "Jerry Locks." "Oh, him!" Dallion remembered Jerry well, having met him several times in various business circles. Jerry was known as one of the few straightforward men in the council, often seen alongside the powerful leader of the Cross empire. Dallion couldn't imagine someone like Jerry falling for his little sister Rose. While he and Grace shared the same mother, Rose was just a half-sister to them, sharing only their father.

Jerry chattered with an excited expression. "Of course it's natural. Not only did you expose the FBI and Don Colvino's conspiracy by faking your death, but you also instantly—BANG!—took out Don Colvino while he was threatening Don Luciano with a gun to his head. This is practically like saving all of New York!" "..." Hearing the heavily embellished heroic tale that Jerry had been spouting while drunk yesterday now coming out in broad daylight, Eugene felt like he wanted to clamp Jerry's mouth shut.

"What's going on, boss?" Putting the wet newspaper down on the table, Jaime asked impatiently. "What is this?" Aiden frowned at him and then glanced down at the newspaper. "Ah, it's a welcoming party. I've heard of him. Attorney Jerry. He's a very good defense attorney. Attorney Jerry performed very well in a trial that went viral globally last year. Every law firm was looking to hire him. Guess he must have flown back home with his girlfriend." A knot tightened in his chest. "What?"

Jared asks as Brock enters the kitchen. “Please,” he growls, running his hands through his hair. The man’s hair is gorgeous- it’s chocolate brown, though the sun has lightened some of the strands to more of a coppery color. It falls a few inches below his shoulders in loose waves and looks like it would be silky soft to the touch. As Brock reaches up to secure his hair back in a quick man bun, his t-shirt rides up and I get a glimpse of his lower abs and the tantalizing V shape of his Adonis belt. This guy’s body is unreal- I haven’t stopped thinking about it since I saw him in the kitchen the other night wearing nothing but his boxer briefs. His body is all three T’s: tanned, toned, and tat

- She takes out her cell phone and types something. "Your John, wouldn't that be him? Would it?" She shows me a picture of John, the kind of picture taken at one of those important events. "Yes, that's him." "Oh my God, Kate! You're going to go out with one of the most eligible bachelors in New York, and you don't tell me?" "I just told you. But I didn't know you knew him." "Everyone in New York knows him. He is the CEO of the Red Corporation. He's in the tabloids all the time."

“Remi! I found him!” “Who Jade?” “My mate! It’s Beta Taylor Williams!” “Is that a good thing?” “Yes! He’s fucking hot!” Jade laughed. “I’m happy for you both Jade!” Screaming over the music. Taylor always seemed nice. He was very tall, not as tall as Alpha Wyatt but close. He has teal eyes and really blonde hair. Jade found her mate and he’s good looking an nice, so I’m relieved she was blessed by the moon goddess. Jade is an Omega, so his rank is a good thing as well for Jade. I hope my mate is kind and handsome as well. Whenever I do find him, if I get lucky soon after I turn 18.

“There is a man who claims to be a friend of yours here to collect something. Should we show him to the backroom?” The backroom was a place for secret dealings. Those who worked for Jericho knew better than to question his business. He went by many names and was famous for many reasons in this industry. For those sluts in his invitation-only VVIP BDSM club, he was a very popular bottom dom. Drinkers who liked his rip-off prices and prime security called him Mama Jerry. However, his bouncers and customers in Dawn’s line of work knew that he was also known as JJ, the informant who drowned his enemies with honey.

Maeve jabbed me in the side as we walked out of the change rooms. I had been paired with Jake in today’s exercise, who started the session off with an optimistic smile which was swiftly replaced by a permanent wince as he became well acquainted with the floor. I had felt Julius watching as he circled the group, his presence impossible to miss no matter where he was in the room, yet our eyes never met as I remained focused on the task at hand. “Really? I didn’t notice.” I shrugged, trying my best to downplay how much I most certainly did notice.

I could see the whole of New York from where I was standing and all its impressive night lights. “What are you talking about?” I asked as I slowly turned around. I was calm while he was angry. That had always been our dynamic. He wore his emotions on his face and mannerisms proudly, I didn’t. I preferred not to let people know what I was thinking or feeling. It made me a little unpredictable and it got people frustrated enough to reveal what they were feeling. “You what I’m talking about, fucker. You hired Hazel fucking Thompson.” He stated. “I did and this is my hotel so I don’t understand how that concerns you.”