Jimmy Johnson Novels & Stories

Catherine As the end of the meal closes in I remember that I have to ask Mr. Peccati about Herman Johnson. “Yes. Of course I will approve of him seeing a specialist. He has been a faithful member since his youth. He started working for us under my grandfather's regime.” I make a face of dislike and Mr. Peccati chuckles at me. “What? Did you think an old kind man just happened to live on the family's premises without being a member? Mr. Johnson, or big Johnsy as we call him, started as an errand boy when he was fourteen. When he hit thirty he had climbed up to collector and by fifty he was working as a manager of our brothels. That was before he got sick.”

He was the founder. COLTON CREST. The guy who drove me to work. The guy I ate with at Johnson's funeral. The guy I matched with on the dating app. He's becoming our company's biggest problem.

"That concluded our interview thankfully as I needed a cold shower. Mark Langford Senior Staff Editor, Hot Asian Honeys Jimmy puts down the magazine. His heart is racing, along with his mind. "Jesus Christ... she has an 18 year old son named Jimmy that she simply adores. Could this mean that for the day he will be... Jimmy." He lays back in the bed committing to memory everything he read in her bio as his eyes get heavy. Soon he is fast asleep, and very far away from his former dreary and hopeless life.

“I was just about to go home and get the money. But now that you’re here, how about you lend me 60 dollars and we’ll go collect the permit together?” Javier very readily agreed to Zoey’s request. He wanted to see what kind of permit this was and how one could just pay for it without taking an exam. Thus, he drove with Zoey as they headed to the bar where the guy was. During the journey, Zoey told Javier that the guy’s name was Jim Chapman, he was also known as Jimmy within the circle, and he was a very powerful man. However, when Javier entered the bar and saw the guy, he knew that Jimmy was the kind of person who did not even know how to spend the 150 dollars he had in his pocket. He was de

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

"Actually, no need, if he likes you he will like you the way you are. But if you want to change your appearance it's up to you Chloe, it's your right." Chloe nodded in response, she immediately smiled a little. Maybe changing his appearance a little is fine isn't it to make the guy glance at Chloe? Chloe smiled as she looked at the nerdy girl beside her desk. With a big smile, she patted the girl on the shoulder. "Hi, can I ask you something?" said Chloe "May, ask what?" "Do you know who the man in black is?" Chloe shouted, pointing at the man. "His name is Declan Mashii Jackson, he's from business management. As far as I know he's a Dj and the woman next to him is his girlfriend. Why do you

It couldn't be. I turned around in my seat. He was seated right beside me, his dark hair thicker than before; he looked healthier and so much better, clad in black denim, a black leather jacket over a black t-shirt that stretched over his broad chest to show me he'd spent the last couple of months working out a lot. He was wearing boots beneath. My breath caught in my throat, his caramel brown eyes danced with amusement and mischief. He was here! "My name's Jackson Wolfe, but you can call me Jack. What's your name, beautiful?"

He signal every workers who had saw him to greet, he signaled them all to continue their jobs. " Ignore me, continue " He would say as he walk pass them. But to the staffs, it's impossible to ignore him. He is the Almighty Maximo Santino, the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss. The most feared man in Italy, a classic criminal who befriend both evil and virtuous at the same time. A man who could kill swiftly with his bare hands and also save with his bare hands. As he was walking about, he reached out in his breast pocket to retrieve one of his cigarettes in the pack. He look about for any signals that says no smoking but he find none so he lighted up his cigarettes and puff out the smokes slowly. T

taking out five dollars in ones I reach out to hand them to him only for him to shack his head no. "What's your name" he asks catching me off guard, here I thought this Adonis of a man was just going to ignore me while we waited. "Harper, Harper Lewis" I hate my name with a passion, I still to this day have no idea why my mom named me Harper. I reach my hand out for him to shake and ask him what his name is. "Nixon Marsh" he shakes my hand and I feel sparks as if he was electrically charged and I pull my hand away quickly.

The people knew I was not merciful when it came to my reputation. The illegal underground world had named me, Viper -- the bloody vicious back-stabbing venomous snake who bit the prey silently without getting noticed. “Don't break his bones, he is an influential.” Jason spoke and hopped out of the ring. "Can't promise you that." Tying my hair in a high ponytail, I wore the gloves that fitted perfectly. Zipping down the jacket I wore, I tossed it to Nathaniel, Jason’s right hand. My black fitted tee coming in view.