Jj Abrams Novelas e Histórias

Ezra: I watched as Lia walked out of the house, shaking my head at her ignorance. The fact that I hadn’t found what I was looking for by her side meant that I didn’t need to play the game of the loving husband anymore. I knew that the two of us had our public duties together, and wanting to make sure that she didn’t screw things up, I was sure to keep myself grounded so as not to hurt her. “You called for me, boss?” Armando asked, shaking his head in question.

Keeping it under, I let it get dried. As the minutes ticked by, I couldn't help asking him this. "Don't you have a class?" Damnit, Arabella. Why did you even speak? My voice came out so squeaky and I couldn't even ask again as he already heard me. "I have one in ten minutes." He said looking down at his expensive watch. And a guy just in his jeans and a watch was a sight for sore eyes. His dark brown messy hair compliments his skin. He looked so good. I could just stare and drool over him all day.

I never took note of the crew on set, that must have been another source of anger to her, the very fact that she worked with me for months, but I did not remember her, that must have grated on her nerves. “And Abed... who is he?” I ask tentatively, not sure I would like the answer I would receive, if I had also not taken note of him, and he had this shrine of me... Joanne smirked, “He is one of Hollywood’s most sought after Directors and Executive producer, Three time Academy Award for Best Director, Ab.K.” Holy Fuck.

David caught that detail immediately. Interesting. “Hello, Mr. Grey,” John said, turning toward him. “I’m John Brown, CEO of Northstar Media.” Jabco shook his hand firmly, his movements controlled and unreadable. If David was showing respect to this man, Jabco wasn’t careless enough to act otherwise. “Hello, Mr. Brown,” Jabco replied. His eyes stayed on John for only a moment before drifting back to Riyana. His expression darkened slightly. She sat there calmly, as if they were complete strangers, as if there wasn’t years of history between them.

I had finished reading and was prepared…somewhat. The car was more luxurious than the one I had ridden previously. The same man was on the driver’s seat again. There was another man whose name was James. He was probably a gamma. I let out a small sign as I decided to look at the file, just to occupy myself. Today, I was woken up by Clarissa, the file still in my hand and she had been worried that I would suffer pain in my neck because of how I had fallen asleep. The radio silence from Isaac felt odd but welcoming. I don’t think I could have tolerated his presence after that little incident.

Abrams caught my lingering gaze. ***

I turned back to Braddock, his knuckles white gripping the steering wheel, his jaw ticked as a low growl escaped his chest, "where are the journals?" I looked out the window at the forest, trees now blurry as he drives faster, "I have Abi's and Momma kept mine." I turned to look at him, "I haven't been able to read it yet, I thought it could help with her recovery if we knew exactly what he had done." He nodded, I unbuckled my seatbelt and slid over to him, putting my head on his shoulder, "Braddock, calm down please, your driving too fast on this road," I placed my hand on his thigh and watched as his hands relaxed and his knuckles return to their normal color. I sighed, "it's over Bradd

He said, and he extended his hand to shake mine. “Mr. D’Amaris,” I said, keeping my voice level. “I appreciate your patience. I understand that I took a little more time than you would have wanted it to. But things can start now that everything has been settled.” He waved a hand dismissively and took a seat without being asked. “The best things are worth waiting for. And judging by how things are being handled, I can assume that it is going to be grand step for the two of us.”

A very professional scientist who happens to appreciate broad shoulders. After a few seconds, I force myself to look away and focus on the television again. Cute men are not on the agenda. I drift back into my thoughts. Library tomorrow, city records, maybe another dive into the newspaper archive. Maybe I can finally find something useful instead of another short story about billionaires with six-packs and commitment issues. The thought almost makes me smile. Corrian rolling his eyes. Jax talking so fast he trips over his own words. River's quiet voice. Leo pretending he isn't soft. Ezra looking at me seeing every terrible decision before I make it. Absolutely fucking not, I shove the memori

“So what’s your question?” I stared at his good-looking face. I just noticed now that his eyes were pitch black and every time he blinks, the color suddenly changes into golden brown. His face gets closer to me, but not close enough that we would kiss. Just enough for us to see each other clearly and closely. Jacob is already twice my age, his son is years older than me. And yet he remained that silent power within him. “I really don’t have any question. I just wanted to say something since it seemed like we’re just gonna spend the whole time in this room with silence.”