Jimmy Johnson Novels & Stories

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

I change the subject "He has a kid?" His eyebrows raise, "Since when?" He seems shocked "Yeah, his name is Carter, he is the cutest little thing. Even though I haven't seen him in real life, I saw pictures and he looks more like me, than Ryder," I say He chuckles shortly, "What do you do at the gym?" "Gymnastics and my brother is teaching me self-defence. You should fight me," I tell him doing playful karate moves with my hands.

Piper Redding His Leaning casually against my car, arms crossed, head tilted back like he owns the damn place. How did he find me? Of course—how could I forget that his uncle is a detective? My breath catches in my throat, and for a moment, my feet refuse to move. Even in the dim light of the parking lot, he looks as maddeningly good as ever—broad shoulders, messy hair that somehow falls perfectly, and that stupid smirk that once made my knees weak.

Zharn gifted Dad the large truck to make moving easy, but Papa refused, saying he'd pay him back in installments instead. "Babe." Sophie squealed. Papa flinched. He still wasn't used to it. He'll have to at some point. We'll have to leave his house someday. My sister lunged herself into her boyfriend, circling her legs around his waist and hugging him. Those passionate fools. "You guys ready to go?" Jax asked. "Yeah, we're all done." I told him. "Zharn made us late, he just had to stop to get us moving gifts." Jax rolled his eyes.

On the other hand, I was terrified of losing my brother and I just wished he would stop getting himself in so much fucking trouble. "I was supposed to finish a job, but I got jumped and the product was stolen. They gave me twenty four hours to get the money and if I didn't...I'll pay with my life. That was two days ago and I've been running ever since." He admitted while rubbing a hand over his face. I bit my lip to stop myself from hitting him. "Drugs?" "Cocaine." He stated with a nod and I threw my head back onto the couch. What a mess.

he smiled widely. The only thing I got from that was that the tall piece of man meat was going to be staying with us and I've just been dumped, it's the best thing that could ever happen, I mean, just imagine waking up and walking into the bathroom to see him, shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his v-line a little, the messy wet hair and the water sliding down his body. "Go say hi." Jonathan said, pulling me from my thoughts. My mum had already left and he was looking straight at me and him, "Okay." I said and began walking towards him, "Hi," I extended my arm, "I'm Jade."

And now that it seems like they really got together, the city was totally under the tyrant of this two! "Falcon," September called out, his eyes never leaving the old man. "Mr. Walter Johns, sixty-three years old, with three children, remarried thrice and is currently the owner of the J&J Co." Falcon recited which made Mr. Johns even paler than he is already. "J&J Co.?" He repeated as he looked at Maeve sideways. "Do you want that?" Maeve acted as if thinking before she shook her head. "I don't want to handle a weak business. It only took me half a day to tear it apart. I'll just watched by the sidelines, it's yours to play with." She said nonchalantly before taking in the last piece of the

I asked with my mouth full, glancing over at the front of the restaurant. My Dad, Liam Reynold Joston was a business man.you might have come accross his picture in tlast weeks paper at the official opening of this fine branch. He owned a chain of well-known fast food restaurants, take-aways, three high end ones in New York and two clubs in Las Vegas. Pretty alright for a Nigerian immigrant with only two dollars to start his dream. My father was a hustler that was for sure. He grinned leaning in, "well between you and me, I don't think the cooks at this branch are exactly..." He trailed of glancing around, "hygienic" he mouthed.