Jey Novels & Stories

Jay I wanted to kill Jericho. I know why Joseph just banned him, but would his daughter not be better off without a man like that as a father? I was shaking all over when we walked out of that courtyard. I took my orders to deal with the security here. I didn't want to. I wanted to kill him. I went to talk with the men but had zero respect for the men in this territory. The blatant disrespect. Hector wasn't too bad, but his men are dumbasses. I walked to the security room, and everyone made a path for me. Since Joseph made me head of security, they all must respect what I say. I looked around, seeing Nine, which I hadn't seen in some time. "Hey there Jay, how are you doing brother?" he said

"Did Jax mention anything to you about an underground place for safety?" "Hold on, let me think." "Slow turd," Cage said blithely. "Wait, are you Cage Harrison?" One of the girls gasped. "Yes?" Cage responded sounding unsure. "Oh my gosh," the girls squealed except for Emma. "If you're him, then that Zharn is the Beta." "Yup," I replied. "What's your name and your twin in front?" I could sense their gazes averted to me even in the dark.

- I asked my father, never letting go of Angel's hand. My father's widened eyes looked down at our joined hands. Angel immediately pulled his hand away. I gave him a sad look. - The handwriting's not from Brady. Furthermore, it is signed “J.”. – My father says. - So who's that "J."? – I asked, confused. My dad and I look at Angel, but he has no idea.

The question was a tough one, and I went mute. “She can, Gamma. She is a healer,” Daisy blurted and I stared at her in surprise. “I mean….” She cleared her throat. “Eira has the ability to make someone feel alright. She can dance for him. Do stupid things to make him happy. That’s the best form of healing, right?” Daisy sounded more dumb than me.

I'm sure I like him but let's just wait and see where this will take us. I just can't believe that I, Carmela Thompson is dating Cyrus Steele!

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

But he bowed his head slightly. “Yes, Father.” His dad turned and walked away. The footsteps faded. The house fell silent again. Kai exhaled, long and shaky, realizing only then that his breath had been locked in his lungs the entire conversation. You’d think—based on the public photos plastered across Asia and America—that his father was some saintly fashion mogul. Han Jaehyun, the legend behind RJ, the brand that ate runways for breakfast and was worshiped by influencers like a new religion.

"I did once, not anymore." "What made you stop?" He asked again. Why did I stop? Jessie was why. They both bonded over basketball, Adrian and Jessie. He was his hero on the court, and a role model Adrian looked up to even off the court. "We're all we've got lil Jay," 'Lil Jay: short for little Jordan ', Jessie called him that, because of his admiration Michael B. Jordan. "Mom ain't here, Dad is... You know, so we dudes gotta stick together."

Nerd said. "That is Yang Dae-Su." he pointed to the young man who'd flexed; "That is Taeyang Cass, he refuses to go by his real name, so we are forced to call him Cass," he pointed to the boy in the black suit and full of arrogance. "That is Antonio Lucas Jeremiah Lebel. His Korean name is Lebel Jun-Seo but he insists we call him Jeremy." The nerd pointed to the blond drummer who gave a bright smile. "That is Rhee Min-Jun," the boy in complete white gave a soft nod. "The one presently knocked out would be Kyung Jiho, and I am Duskin Nighting."

He paused again, beat boxed a little then another pause. "I don't think classical would work." "What's going on here?" "One minute." He held a finger in the air signaling me to keep shut. "I'm almost getting it." Still Weird. It's not like we have a minute. "This would take a while." He looked a bit defeated. He looked up to me and quickly changed his demeanor. "Hi I'm Jay, a Dj. Hope I didn't come off was strange, been working on a new beat." "That explains it. How's the project coming?"