Jj Crawford Novels & Stories

Josie finished, voice softer. “What?” Kyla breathed, confused. “Josie?” a voice cut in. A man in a wheelchair, pushed by a woman, appeared. The moment his eyes met Kyla's, they widened in surprise. “You must be John's daughter,” he managed through his gritted teeth. Kyla nodded with a small forced smile. Another stranger who knew her father. “This is Luther Montclair. Jayden’s father,” Josie introduced. Kyla's eyes widened. Jayden never spoke of his father back in highschool because of his condition. But he did to her.

I said, rubbing her shoulders and hands soothingly. "Livie!" I heard a man's voice behind me, making me turn. I turned, and my eyes widen in shock as I see a man in a wheel chair. His hair was long past his shoulders, and his beard was long touching his chest. His clothes tattered, and eyes dark brown with hint of black. I couldn't help but gasp in shock. "D... dad!" It had been years since the last time I saw him. And surely, I thought he was dead, surely... that's what Al-ha Noah had said.

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Grandpa groans in pain as he gets up off the chair holding his back “ you really should go see a doctor about your back” grandma yells at him “ oh would you get off my back women” he gripes slowly walking out of the kitchen “ What was that about?” Creed whispered looking at me for answers “ fuck if I know but I have a feeling bringing her back with me might not be as safe as I thought.” I pout rolling my eyes always something

“He may have been kept safe from those who would harm him, but he has been living under your grounds for a long time.” The man smirked as he looked at me and I couldn’t help but find myself frowning as I waited for what he was going to tell me. However, the last thing that I expected was to hear a familiar man’s name, especially when I knew that I grew up alongside him as an orphan throughout most of my childhood. That was, at least, until he was announced dead… “You knew him as Kai Karaulov,” he said, walking toward the door. “You can give the warning to your mate, the numbers on her name have been listed…”

I reclined a little and waited for it. "I am Hardin Calu, co-founder and chairman of C&S Clothing and this is Jared Scott-Calu, my husband, co-founder and CEO of C&S Clothing. The lady who graced you with her presence is the executive assistant to the two bosses of C&S Clothing and our girlfriend." The look on Lloyd's face was priceless. I nearly knocked over the chair from laughter. My guys pulled out the chairs and decided to perch themselves right on my sides.

Crawford is making it hell. Mr. Crawford is cruel. I don't know what I did to deserve such a horrible boss. The way he made a big deal over the dress is too much for me to bear. If I want to keep my job, I have to give up a nice guy I was really excited about. It's like every day I wake up, and things just keep getting worse.

With his advance being shot down mercilessly, Zack was too embarrassed to keep trying. However, it seemed that they were quite fated as Javier and Ciara went into the room opposite of Zack’s. When Javier turned around, he caught a glimpse of Kendrick who was toying with his phone inside.

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 did. And I still can’t wrap my head around this. You know, when I was young, I thought taking over the family business would be just me dressing in fancy suits and making phone calls. Apparently not. And I’m glad that’s no longer my dream. This thing is exhausting." And Zack seems to find that entertaining because he laughs. When I lift my head to glare at him, the sound immediately ceases, and he shifts in his chair as he caresses his throat. "Sorry. It’s because you’re still learning about it. Once you get used to it, you will enjoy it better." "Well, here’s to never getting used to it," I mumble under my breath before tipping my chin to the file on his end. "What’s that?" He drills his