Jerry O'connell 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.

Needless to say, that Alpha, was having it worse than the rest. Lucian Dannelly, my dear father-in-law has been going out most nights. He's close to the king, so he has been going often to visit him, and helping him keep order in the dungeons. My father-in-law has been retired since Ricky took over. But he can still throw a mean punch if needed.

Also seen arriving was Dermot O'Connor, cousin of Killian O'Hara, who also happens to be the country's top lawyer in these cases, and arrived twenty minutes later. It made my blood freeze; O'Connor was known for getting his high-profile clients out of tricky situations, and I was shocked to hear he was taking this case. O'Hara had been caught in the act, literally; there was no way he was going to walk away from this. I strode into the Precinct flanked by my legal team; I was Colonel-in-Chief of the most prestigious, secretive Tactical Armed Forces Team in the world; it wasn't just the most elite soldiers I could count on. My legal team made Dermot O'Connor look like a junior paralegal.

He finally finished. “Oh Thank God you’re fine.” I said as Adrian and I let out a breath of relief and thankfully none of the girls were around to witness this incident. “Sir. We got something.” I heard someone say. “Connor, we got a lead.” Uncle Matt said to me and I could hear him walking out of the interrogation room. “Jeremy Jackson, 29. I know him. He underwent a plastic surgery and that was why I couldn’t recognize him. One of the most wanted drug traffickers and Connor, You will not believe who he worked for before he went incognito.” Uncle Matt finished.

"Why bother, Jerry? She betrayed me. I saw the proof with my own eyes. What more is there to hear?" "I don't know, I've met Eliana. I don't think she's that sort of person." "I also didn't." "No Noah, I've heard about that Oliver guy and he's really cunning, what if he…" Jerry trailed off as his eyes followed something behind me, the look of horror appearing on him face. "Fuck…" he said, quickly ducking under the table. "What the hell? What's going on Jerry?" I asked turning back to see what startled Jerry so much he had to crawl under the table.

Jenny spoke, "Where is my mom?" Jerry replied coldly, "She is there where she should be. She is safe." Jenny clenched her fist and shouted, "Are you not going to tell me?" Jerry roared, "Is this the way to talk to dad? Sit down!" Jerry wasn't a normal person. He was once the gang leader as well as the most wanted criminal of his time. His one roar was enough to shake the whole mansion.

He bowed his head as we walked by, traces of hay atop his brown hair. “Lord Oli-” “Aaron.” I sighed, watching him stumble a bit in his steps as he came closer. His bushy eyebrows were the same colour as his brown hair, with a slight round face. Aaron dusted his hands against the brown overall he wore, his gaze bouncing from me to Stella. “Why don't you go check the other stables while I go see how Olarya is doing?” I suggested, giving him a pointed look. The corner of his lips titled up slightly and he bowed, taking his leave.

[katalina] Luckily, Ian is driving me home. I feel like I’m going to die when I take my left belongings in Hunter’s room. The thought of getting caught and he realizes that his phone was missing — oh fuck! It felt so good to enjoy silence. It was a miracle that Ian finally shut his mouth. His voice is sometimes irking me. He keeps asking silly questions, makes fun of me, and do unnecessary sounds. Why is Jerry not answering my phone? Yep. His complete name was Jerry Jared Jones. I know right. A lot of j’s going on. I couldn’t think of anyone else that could portray to be my uncle.

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”