John Chapter Novels & Stories

“You look like a man carrying the whole world.” John sighed quietly. “Joy… not tonight.” She ignored the warning and sat beside him anyway. “That serious?” she asked softly. John looked away from her. “You wouldn’t understand.” Joy laughed under her breath. “Try me.” Silence stretched between them. Then finally— “I can’t keep doing this,” John admitted quietly. Joy’s expression shifted slightly. “Doing what?” she asked, even though she already knew. John stood abruptly and walked away from the pew, restless. His black robe swayed behind him as he paced slowly near the altar.

My neck craned. Lo and behold it was John.

"What is it about him that's got you so twisted up?" I leaned against the locker, thinking about John's gentle eyes, the way he'd talked about his mother, and how he'd insisted on walking with me to the store. "He's... different from Sean, Mabel. Sean is the pastor's son - perfect, safe, says all the right things. But John..." I bit my lip, thinking about his broad shoulders and the way he carried himself. "John looks dangerous, like he could be a bad boy. He's muscular and has this edge to him. But when he talks, I can tell he means what he says. And he's been through pain–real pain but he's not bitter about it. He just accepts it as part of life." I sighed. "And when I talked to him about

I wished her to get a nice family. I would never want her life to end so soon. "Hey!" John reaches me and touches my cheek abruptly which I didn't expect. He kneels in front of me with a comforting smile. "I can see it has affected you. But don't worry. Chrisanna will be fine. Mr Scott is such a great man. And I believe God never does injustice with good people" I'm at a loss for words. I don't know what's eating me up inside. But the fact that John can also sense my anxiety is already giving me chills.

“And because he doesn’t want you to see it.” “I’ve seen everything. I’m still here.” “You love him, but love may not be enough.” Sarah didn’t speak. Then: “Then I’ll become more. The next day, John returned, different. Paler. Stronger. His eyes glowed faintly under the sunlight. “They’ll be here tonight,” he said. “How do you know?” Caleb asked. Until finally, he stood in the center of the chapel ruins, panting, bleeding, surrounded by the bodies of beasts.

Lewis, having drunk alcohol, could not drive, but a driver was already waiting for him. The driver started the car and asked, "Sir, where to?" Lewis looked at Judy: "Where does John live?" "Mon Road, number 12." The car started, and Bill stepped out from behind the trees, watching the car drive off, feeling a little awe: "This John, he's really hiding his light under a bushel. Drinking with Lewis and saying he's the brother?" Tim nodded: "I heard that too. John has such a deep relationship with Lewis. He's really hiding his light under a bushel. John is the patron saint of our law firm."

"Just another chapter. That's the tittle of Peach's last maestra. And you are the protagonist in it. The two of you. You never came out of your shell. That is why I just give it to you right now. What a timing right? I hope soon you'll get better Sevastian..." With Sevastian's shaky hand, he flip the pages one by one. Reading every single words carefully while tearing up... ******************OCEAN_TEN*********************************************************************

John held the book in the air, making a face as if he were holding a bottle of acid. "You," he said slowly and firmly, "do not need this." I leaned against the lockers and raised an eyebrow. I knew that there was no point in grabbing the book back from him; John was a brown belt in karate. He had ninja reflexes. "Why is that?" I asked softly. John fluttered through the pages, showing them to me. My eyes kept narrowing as he kept flicking through the pages. My eyes kept darting from picture to picture. "You don't seem to understand what I'm telling you," John insisted. "You. Are. Not. Gay!"

Chapter: 100 ****** TALON: John was a fisherboy. John was no vampire. But this John… this John was different. He couldn’t be the same person I once knew. My mind struggled to reconnect the boy from my childhood—who saved me, who kept me hidden—with the man standing before me, embodying a past I had long since buried, yet never truly forgotten. Confusion washed over me, and my instincts screamed at me to escape, to run from the memories that threatened to surface.

John sighed, removing his glasses as he stood up to shake me. John was a lawyer in his early fifties, but he looked older because of his gray hair. But do not be deceived by his demeanor; he had won more cases than I could count. He was a spitfire in the court, and it was fruitless going against him. But all this track record meant his bills ran higher than they should. “Thank you for having me here.”