John Chapter 20 Novels & Stories

Why will you give me a joy giver like her and want to take her away from me, You know how much I love my daughter, God please don't allow her to die. Pastor started lamenting and before I knew it he was already on his knees praying. I felt so sorry for him. We were so emotional and deep in our conversation that we didn't even notice that John was peeping at us. Out of a sudden we just saw someone jambed the door open. I looked and discovered it was John . He ran to me crying. John::Why lyod? Why? Why didn't you tell me this earlier? Lyod::What are you talking about John ?

“Why can’t you use your brain for once? How do you expect us to get anything if he dies?” Wyatt frowned. “I didn’t know he was this weak. And even if he dies, Uncle will still make things happen.” John flinched at the word uncle. So that was it. Even in his fading state, John understood one thing clearly now—He knew exactly who was behind all of this. Johanna rubbed her temple in frustration. “That’s enough for now. We give him time to recover. Then we—” She stopped mid-sentence as gunshots erupted from outside.

With a chorus of excited cheers, the children scampered off, their joyful laughter echoing in the evening air. As John started to move away, a hand suddenly grabbed his arm, causing him to whirl around. His grandparent's eyes bore into him with a mixture of concern and suspicion. "Are you sure everything is okay, little bean?" Zion's voice was gentle, but there was an unmistakable edge to his words. John slowly pulled his arm away, avoiding his grandfather's gaze as he nodded. "Yeah, everything's fine," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Without another word, he turned and hurried away, his heart heavy with the weight of his secrets and the uncertainty of what lay ahead.

He stared at John, at the bruised cheek, the defiant eyes, the sheer, raw power radiating from the man he’d called a defect. "John?" Caleb’s voice broke. "I told you," John said, his voice cold as the Abyss. "In ten days, I'm a ghost. Don't look too hard, Caleb. You might not like what you find." He shoved past the stunned enforcer, disappearing into the fog of the docks. Back at the manor, the news was already spreading. The Red Savior had appeared again. The Don was ecstatic. The brothers were in awe. John sat in his basement cell, staring at the shattered remains of his life, listening to the family upstairs celebrate the man they didn't know they were killing.

I take a deep breath, so as not to scare Maddie or Emma, ​​as I say, “John, I haven’t seen you in a while. I thought you had died. What are you doing in the southern lands? You are very far from home.” I watched as his face and his wife completely break down. Emma says to me, “Where do you know dad from?” I tense my jaw as I say, “Where do I know you from, John? You tell her or I will.” I watch as he looks around and hundreds of men and women come out of the surrounding houses, ready to attack. They look at us, threatening us with a partial transformation. I continue breathing calmly, while saying, “Are you sure you want to attack? You know perfectly well that is high treason.”

She touched her temple, and they must have been mind-talking because after a while John addressed all the gathered people. “We should continue this joyful evening. Nothing happened here.” With rapt fascination, I saw the crowd returning to their seats or on the dancefloor, going on to whatever they were doing before I shifted and attacked Cornelious. “You.” John snapped at Cornelious. “You’d better behave, or you’ll forget you just met your second chance, mate,” John ordered, and he nodded. Agatha raised her thump at John, making the ‘like’ gesture and winking. “You should attend to your guests, Alpha John. I’m sure that your father will fill you in with the details later tonight. Or at our

[This chapter contains mentions of gore, torture, and loss of body parts. Reader discretion is advised.] I didn’t know what to believe anymore. Was Aunt Julie really dead? Was it really John standing in front of me, claiming to have killed her? I had so many questions. How was he even here? Why wasn’t he paying for his crimes in some dark dungeon? Xavier was ready to pounce on John at any moment. “Give me one good reason not to tear you to shreds right here, right now!”

"Please! Jack!" I leaned down, voice barely above a whisper. "I won't let you die, John. You can live... if you can tell me how you got like this." John gulped. "I... I-I-I got jumped... b-by the Roth gang..." "And no one was here to save you? What a shame." John nodded weakly. I ruffled his hair, watching him flinch. "Good boy. The ambulance is coming." Then, I shook his pathetic hands off me and ran off toward the car.

She opened it. Paused for just a second. But didn’t look back. Then she walked out. The door closed behind her with a soft click. John remained where he was. Still. Silent. But something in his expression had shifted. Not relief. Not regret. Something more complicated. Because for the first time— He had lost control of both sides. Meanwhile, back in the dormitory— Joy lay exactly where she had been. Eyes open. Listening. Waiting. The door burst open. Christiana walked in.

In photos Rose is less than twenty years old, before their marriage means Jhon was right Mark actually loves Rose but what was going in between Mark and his mother, did she really drug him. Gatlin complete his promise as he had given to Jhon, seven in the morning Gatlin’s man took Jhon to the decided place and left him on the gate of the army base. Jhon becomes happy his legs and hands were badly bleeding even dark red blood has solid down on many parts of his body, Jhon with his remaining strength run to the gate but at the gate, he saw the devil Justin in soldier’s uniform looking at him with a sinister smile, for the first time in his life Jhon felt he had seen a real devil, he wanted to