Jj Crawford Novels & Stories

Carter. *****************************************

Jared focuses his hearing again so he can listen to anything else his mother is going to say. “I know Caleb. I love you too. I just need you to be a little more patient for me and I have a big surprise for you as well. You and I have talked about it over the years, and I know you have wanted this for a long time, and we thought it would never happen for us, but it did. All those years ago when I told you I didn’t know. I found out the truth and I know who his father truly is.”

"Cal? He's not that young is he?" Jasper chuckles. "Everyone's young to me." Suddenly, he sets me down. Stretching, I look through the trees. I can see the lights of Grayson's house close by. How did time pass so quickly? "Even Kaden?" This time, Jasper laughs aloud. "Kaden's great, great..." He pauses. "Great, great grandparents didn't even exist when I killed by father." Startled, I look up to meet his gaze. "Remember, I'm not really alive."

Her parents traveled around the world instead, and they were a lovely couple. On the other hand, the Crawford family did not have another lady of the house after Gwen White. Jared did not have another woman beside him for decades. Everyone said that he would die alone, but the Crawford family’s century-old foundation would not be vacant — Jared had a successor, who was said to be his own son. However, nobody knew who the boy’s biological mother was. Jared’s son was Egret Crawford, and he went to the Crawford residence when he was 15 years old.

"Why does Bex know the Crawfords' heir? They seem to share a better relationship than the one you two shared when you were still married!" He was once again subjected to Daniel's cold stare, but he had to say it. "Dante Crawford, the president of Issoire Technologies, married into the Johnson family. To the outside world, his twins' last name is Crawfords. They're even known as Mr. Crawford Juniors. But their surname on record is Johnson. Sam is their cousin."

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

"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 want to know him? Are you having a problem with him?" "Ah no, he just dropped my cellphone. I want to ask for compensation." Chloe lied and made the nerdy girl nod. Ara chuckled that she knew Chloe was lying. Nothing has fallen since morning. Only Chloe's brain asked for a rip. Seeing a bad boy just once made Chloe like him immediately. "What are you doing?" asked Ara. "I'm just looking for his social media accounts." Chloe also explained that he was Dj. Maybe on weekends she can see Dj Mashii perform at the club. Just watching him without gett

He's a different story; he's one sick son of a bitch, not to mention he knows people, and I know those people are even worse than we are. I opened the door to my office, and we walked in quietly. On one of the chairs, I saw a man in his late fifties with gray hair; his eyes looked like he had lost his soul, and the bags under his eyes told me he hadn't slept in a while. I can't help but wonder what his story is. “Johnny, this is Carter; he will give us all the information that we need," Ciro introduced us. I nodded my head and looked at Carter. "We have a few questions, and I want you to answer them truthfully. Do you understand?" I asked in a tone that said I don't give second chances.

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.