Joey Fisher Leaks Novels & Stories

Unfazed, Yuna stood before Blake. She mocked him, "Blake, have you forgotten about what you and Lester did in Mr. Fisher's club?" That immediately stirred him up. She continued, "Everyone in the Jefton State knows how close Mr. Fisher and Mr. Jenkins are. After Mr. Fisher blacklisted you, do you think Mr. Jenkins will no longer care about it? All because he wanted to make some money? Mr. Jenkins sponsored the Feron company because of my previous partnership with him."

We've called a conference and the lights are flashing. "Have you heard?" a reporter announces as Atlas helps me step out of the vehicle. "Fisher Pharmaceuticals has just announced that they are also releasing a cure. There are accusations that your cure was stolen from them and that they are demanding retribution. What do you have to say, MR. Steele." "No comment," he speaks to the camera. "If you'll excuse us, we are mourning our son." The press goes wild. "What happened? Atlas! Speak up!" With his eyes looking straight ahead, he speaks very clearly so that everyone can hear. "The Fisher vaccine is a fake. And he destroyed his facility just to prove it."

And if the lengths someone went to cover it up were anything to go by… Then maybe President Jay wasn’t sick. Maybe he was part of something that could blow the whole Hale empire to pieces Elijah drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, lost in his own storm of thoughts, when his phone buzzed against the console. One of his informants. He answered with a clipped, “Talk.” “Boss, something you should know,” the voice on the other end said. “Alex Fisher arrived in the city last night.” Elijah’s brows furrowed. “Fisher? As in that Fisher?” Well his arrival isn’t a big deal he thought…

We repaid our eyes to Jason as he looms his eyes around, trying to gather his thoughts. Leonardo saw this as an avenue to prove that every accusation alleged to him are a big lie, his says and I quote, "ladies and gentlemen of the press, I, fabian fisher, hereby declares any accusations leveled against me to be untrue, I never had a hand in trying to kill Mr. Jason hart, year's ago.

"I don't care what it takes to find out who is behind this and keep it classified, it should be a secret that doesn't leave this room, am I understood?" "Affirmative Alpha" he said. "You can leave" I dismissed. If the news leaked that this happened my rank in the pack would hit rock bottom. I had to fix this fast and Joan still hasn't called or texted. Checking my phone I saw an unread email, tapping it, It read; 'Elder Leo, Prove innocence, Lost Party'

He looked at Nina's hand which Theo was holding. "I will be waiting to hold your hand like that" he thought out loud. Macy and Yunnis gave him a disgusting look, which he didn't notice. He ignored them and walked out of there. Reluctantly Macy and Yunnis followed after him. By the time they came out, Theo and Nina were nowhere to be seen. But they were surrounded by the reporters almost immediately. "Mr. Fisher, why did you steal Mrs. Morrison's formulas?" "Mr. Fisher, what were your intentions behind this false claims?"

"Don't play dumb. These leaks are too perfect to be internet handwork. Did you leak Jessica's affair? Did you expose my father?" I met her eyes directly and made sure not to blink. "No." "Damien…" "Eva, I didn't leak anything. I woke up to the same notifications as you did. I'm just as surprised as you are." It wasn't technically a lie. I didn't leak anything. Roman did. Well, not Roman but Romos with over 50 million followers across the globe did and news outlets picked it up. She searched my face, clearly not convinced by my words. "You swear you had nothing to do with this?"

Kai’s loyalty was rock-solid, but how many more teammates could hold the line before the pressure cracked them? The next morning, the group chat notification lit up Martin’s phone like a warning flare. A teammate had leaked a private photo from the physio room weeks earlier — Martin and Damien kissing after the ankle injury, Damien’s hand gentle on Martin’s face, rings and chain visible. The image was grainy but unmistakable. It was already trending. The storm refused to end. Martin stared at the screen, heart sinking. The caption beneath the leak read: “Still happening behind closed doors. How much longer until this costs us the title?”

She stared at me for a second, her face empty of hope, before she slowly got to her feet and walked out of the room like a defeated shadow. I let out a harsh breath, running a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the annoying burn of her tears. Not even ten minutes later, my personal cell phone buzzed loudly on the desk. I swiped the screen, seeing the name of my sports agent, Marcus, flashing on the display. "What do you want, Marcus? I'm not in the mood," I muttered into the receiver, pulling open a drawer just to have something to do with my hands. "Raxon, have you seen the news blogs?" Marcus asked, his voice sounding desperate on the other end. "The local police report for Leo's c

He just leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his jaw tightening more with every passing second. When it ended, he let out a breath. “Jesus.” “Yeah.” "They had it planned from the start?" I nodded. “Every piece of it.” He ran his hand over his face. "Then we need to do something." “I was hoping you'd say that,” I said quietly. “Because I can’t do this alone.” Leo took out his phone. "I know someone. A journalist. Real, sharp, and she’s owed me since I helped her leak that whistleblower report two years ago.”