Jimmy Johnson Novels & Stories

The usually noisy place was quiet, but the fact that the door was left ajar and the welcome neon light above the door was on, I went in. Jimmy's garage was large and there were a lot of cars parked around which I suspected were there because he was grieving. Jimmy didn't like it when work piled up as he liked his garage free. He used to have two guys working for him, but one had gone to college to continue his studies after saving enough money and the other, Jimmy's son, was a total bum that came and went out of town on a whim. He was without staff, yet people still came to him not just because he was a very good mechanic but because people in town were loyal to one another. They would stick

“Oh yeah, will you need my help with any of them?” She gave me a lazy one shoulder shrug. “Well, it includes a penis so, you’ll do.” I grinned while I watched the color heighten on her cheeks. “I think I can definitely help you there, Champ.” The smirk on her face disappeared when the buzzer went off. “You’re up soon,” she whispered, turning her gaze to mine. “Your opponent is Jackson Simpson. He is six three, twenty-eight and this is his second match. He’s no good, you’ll have him in the first round. He leans back on his leg before he strikes.”

Sam I grunted inwardly as I see Craig and his parents walk through the doors. You think they would have gone through having dinner at their own home this year. They complain about my dad's habit of always turning every holiday into what they call- another Cinco de Mayo celebration. He can't help it though. He loves his workers, and his workers love and respect him. He tries to do big celebrations for them by bringing them into our home, making a big cook-off outside and of course... Let's, and lots of drinking.

he said and gulped down his whole glass of whisky. He is Aiden Miller. The Chairman and CEO of Miller Industries. He built this company on his own after working hard for ten years and made it in the top twenty Pharma companies in the world. He planned out his revenge for ten years, he started from the streets, worked hard, and reached here, and now only the demise of Henry Jones will satisfy him.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

I continued to sit and observe long after I finished my coffee, which lived up to Dorothy’s hype by the way, and was just about to get up to leave when a guy, probably around my age, approached my table. “Hi.” He said, flashing me a set of dazzling white teeth as he gripped the back of the chair directly across from me. “Hello back” I said, almost like a question. “I’m sorry, I noticed you walking through town today, I work at the mechanics across the road.” He said smoothly, as he pointed to the workshop directly across from us “I just got off work and saw you still here, I had to come and introduce myself because there is never anyone new in town, especially anyone my age. I’m Jake” he hel

I've always hated it. I just rolled my eyes which earned a laugh from everyone. "Your brother here tells me that you both have money that you've saved over the years and are willing to give it to me to pay off Austin Dechart." "Pretty much. Oh and your brothers here have also agreed to give us some money to help. But we're $15,000 short." "Hey we have names you know." Uncle James says. I ignore his comment as I finally sneak a piece of bacon off the plate and eat it.

Johnson as, and Raymond chuckle. "New Jersey, meet my first son. My true first son. Raymond Johnson. The current heir, and owner of the Johnson Empire. "Mr. Johnson says patting Raymond's back, and cameras begin to shutter while Christiana stands in shock. " What? "She questions in a low voice of disbelief.

A male voice spoke and I frown in confusion. “May I know who is this speaking?” “James. James Russo. I guess it’s not that easy to forget me.” His cocky tone made me roll my eyes. “Ha! You. Great, I thought I could have a night but okay. Call me as you arrive.” I said rolling my eyes. “Okay.” With that he cut the call.

He releases his grip on my mouth and forcefully spins me around to face him. This man is nothing like Thomas. His eyes are a deep shade of brown, and a scar runs across one of his eyebrows. His hand is grimy and covered in black grime, slicked back by natural grease, and I can detect the lingering smell of smoke on his breath. I glance over his shoulder and spot Dale standing there, offering me a smile accompanied by a gentle wave of his finger.