John Chapter Novels & Stories

It was an oppressive atmosphere and it was as if we felt all the dead watching you as we entered their world. John, as if following the path of his wounded heart, went straight to her grave, without looking for it. It was as if Jenna had shouted at him and shown him the way. It was impressive to see him like that, although never in all these years has he stepped on this holy ground. Once in front of the marble cross, he knelt humbly kissing with great pain the tombstone. The moment was heartbreaking; to look at John in agony and do nothing to take his suffering. You can only take revenge. And we’ve been trying this for a few months now. Then, in the cemetery's silence, I heard suddenly a fai

John hands me a cup of coffee and his fingers brush mine, as if testing the temperature of my skin. At night, when one sleeps and the other two keep watch, the conversations grow lower, more intimate. Demon tells me fragments of his past—nothing that fully explains the name on the sheet, but enough to feel like he’s giving me something he doesn’t give easily. John, on the other hand, speaks of places where snow never melts and of people he learned never to lose sight of—stories I can’t tell if they’re warnings or confessions.

Jackson hurried over. "Bring me the cane," John said slowly. He didn't want to sit in the wheelchair. He wanted to stand up and go see his girl. He wanted... to hug her. Jackson hesitated for a moment, but seeing John's determined eyes, he obediently brought the silver cane. John supported himself with the cane and slowly stood up. Then, step by step, he walked towards the exit, filled with anticipation and longing that almost overflowed from his chest. The group of people followed behind him, carefully guarding him, afraid that he might have an accident. When they reached the exit, John's sharp eyes swept over the area, but he didn't see the figure he wanted to see.

John said. Malachi’s jaw clenched as he looked intently at John. His thoughts were open and he knew John wanted to prove a point to him. Alpha on the Council. It was something he never considered before.

John fell right from the top stairs. “Mr. John are you..” Zach couldn't say a word seeing how battered and exhausted John was. “He is the father of my wife,” Zach exclaimed, anger surging in him. “It isn't my…” Zach fired right where he had heard the voice. The leader groaned in pain, at the bullet that had met his leg. Zach scoffed at this, he is the type that hardly meets his target. “For now take that as a gift,” Zach informed and helped the groaning John up.

While the tall gruff man continued laughing as if heard the greatest joke in the world he ended up placing his right hand on top of Narajas’ left shoulder and… ???: “That was a good laugh right there boy~ and you got some manners on y’a as well. That’s good, that’s good. My name is John Of The Cross or if y’a want to call me something shorter I can also go by: John or Cross.” After John had re-introduced himself with the biggest of smiles on his face and his chest puffed out to exonerate the confidence fuming off of him towards Naraja. Unfortunately, all that Naraja could muster up in that moment of human interaction and give to John in return for that introduction, was only a weary little s

We returned to the uncomfortable plastic chairs and I tried to get Peter to rest but he kept fidgeting with the blanket and glancing at the operating room doors just like I had been doing. "Mommy," he said after a few minutes of silence. "Is John going to be okay?" "I hope so baby," I said. "I really hope so." "Me too," Peter said quietly. "I like John. He's nice." I felt something twist in my chest. Peter liked John. Of course he did. John had risked his life to save us. He had protected us when no one else would. He had shown us more kindness and compassion in a few weeks than Daniel had shown in years.

John answered, remaining vague about the contents of the book. I can understand why. John wouldn’t want to divulge too much information to Khalid without knowing without a doubt he’s on our side. “Now then.” John cleared his throat, opening the book to the page he wanted. I was able to read over his shoulder. I sucked in a breath as I watched the text rearrange. At first, it showed in Archaic Irish, then morphed into modern English. I wanted to ask how but I didn’t want to draw Khalid’s attention.

John simply sucked his tongue through his teeth and strode around the front of the room grabbing his sister by the arm and walking her to sit on the bed before turning to face Mj “It’s simple sweetheart” John paused to look at Dante “you referred to your mate as daddy and proclaimed to have daddy issues all in the same sentence.” Mj rolled her eyes when he didn't say anything else, she could tell when someone was trying to bait her and this man irritated her with his ignorant ego. “Meaning” Mj snapped crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head impatiently. John hummed a small laugh and leaned back on his feet “meaning you both revere the idea of a father and lack the basic struct

John approached me and gave me a big old time hug. " Nice to see you again man." He said. John is my cousin and also the son of the Alpha of the Northern territory, Alpha Mike. " I can't believe you left all the way from the northern territory to be here." I remarked. " It was just a thirty minute run though." He said. " Still sticking with your old habit of not using cars huh?" I asked. " Yeah, I am a hundred times faster than a vehicle, so why do I need one?" He asked.