John Deacon 2023 Novels & Stories

David caught that detail immediately. Interesting. “Hello, Mr. Grey,” John said, turning toward him. “I’m John Brown, CEO of Northstar Media.” Jabco shook his hand firmly, his movements controlled and unreadable. If David was showing respect to this man, Jabco wasn’t careless enough to act otherwise. “Hello, Mr. Brown,” Jabco replied. His eyes stayed on John for only a moment before drifting back to Riyana. His expression darkened slightly. She sat there calmly, as if they were complete strangers, as if there wasn’t years of history between them.

On the screen, a poised female broadcaster spoke with practiced enthusiasm. “Ashmoor Academy has long been hailed as the premier institution in San Francisco, and once again, it has proved its excellence. Winning the 10th Annual San Francisco Schools’ Showcase, young prodigies Diana Johnson and Kael Draven—son of Governor hopeful Lord Draven—left the crowd stunned with their outstanding performance. Public sentiment continues to surge in Draven’s favor ahead of the upcoming gubernatorial elections.” Mum turned to me, her voice tinged with triumph. “See? I always knew Draven had your best interests at heart. You’re a star now, my dear.”

The live-in son-in-law can’t possibly top my donation,’ Declan thought. “Declan is back as the highest donor, with a total of seventeen million! Such generosity!”

In a huff, Jenna put her clothes in the suitcase. She didn't understand her father, who this time has gone too far. Seriously, Jenna, who was 28 years old, will be matched with an old businessman who has a lot of warts on his face! Debt is a debt, but why must Jenna be sacrificed? If Jenna wanted to stop the matchmaking, she must have at least 1 billion dollars to pay off her father's debt to the old man. "Jenna, you don't have any intention of running away, do you?" asked Mr. Johnson, Jenna's father, with a pitiful face.

Mariane took a deep breath and nodded at him to tell David that she trusted him. “Good afternoon, everyone. I am John Jones, chief executive secretary of the DCC Empire.” John started. “Mr. David Cruz, the owner of the DCC Empire, gathered you all here at the press conference, as he wanted to clear things up about his personal life. We’ll let him speak up first, as he wanted to announce something very important. And after that, Mr. Cruz here will answer all your questions. Just raise your hand and wait for your turn to be called.”

“Anyway, I hope you don’t mind me saying, I’ve always been curious about you—your deal, what happened to your baby’s dad. It’s none of my business, but I did wonder.” I sighed. “Well, now you know.” “Yeah.” He smiled. Since he didn’t seem to be going anywhere, I decided to ask something I’d been curious about. “So, what about you? What’s your deal, Deacon? Are you from New York?” “No, actually. I’m from Minnesota originally. I came out to New York from California a few years back because I wanted a change. But I can work from anywhere.” “What do you do?” “I design interactive games for a company based out of Asia.” “That sounds so cool.”

Deacon says. “Do you want to question her? My guy can be a little intimidating, and I’m not sure if that’s the best approach with this one,” Raff asks D. “Sure, I can remain impartial with her,” Deacon nods, and I admire his self-control. Deacon and Raff leave the room, and moments later we see them step into the room next door. The girl doesn’t react to them, just continues rocking and talking silently. “Hello, my name is Deacon Collins. I run an academy within the Grey realm for students aged 18 to 24. We provide accommodation, food, clothing and security. I’d love to offer you a place if you think it might be something that interests you,” D says softly.

Laughed the metal shaper. “That is correct.” John replied. The men all laughed at john’s proposal then gave him a resounding no. “Aww, come on boys let’s make a deal.” Said Dejon with a smile. “What?” “She’s going to curse us!” exclaimed the other men shuddering in fear. “If I give you boys a show you give us the metal.” Said Dejon with a smile and pulling her staff off her back. “Fine, what are you going to do.” Said the metal shaper.

"Hello, Gwen. I don't know if you remember me. I'm John Dixon, but I go by Johnnie Dee. I worked the Tim Archer benefit and you were 'the Lady in Red'. I've been asked to emcee a memorial tribute Saturday evening at the Church of Saints. It's that really big church over on Third Street. "I've been given carte blanche for this affair. The governor has agreed to speak. So has your school principal. The Chief of Police will have his moment in the sun, but mostly, I'm looking for students to speak, or perform. I want this to be a time of healing. The kids need that, as you well know. Would you be interested in speaking, or performing in some way? I know that dancing wouldn't be appropriate, but

"Let go!" Jade was frightened by her gaze and let go of her hand. Diana coldly snorted, stretched out her hand, and pulled her arm away from Jade's grip. She was about to approach Jade when she suddenly saw a familiar figure appear by the stairs. It was John! Due to being at home, he was dressed casually with a few buttons on his shirt undone, revealing his sexy collarbone. He wore a pair of gray casual pants and had a careless and relaxed demeanor. This man was so handsome, no matter what he wore! Diana silently swallowed her saliva.