John Doe Unordinary Novels & Stories

“What did he actually do?” “His whole thing…The normal thing he does,” Maddison had said, her voice biting with bitterness. “He presented this image of being the good guy that no one could quite understand, the poor guy who had got involved in this bad business deal. Met her at this coffee shop and ‘accidentally’ spilled coffee on her. This was how he operated. Presenting this whole image, and she had fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. Fell for the monster.” “He dated her? Really? ” Jenna's tone had increased in sharpness, with this much level of disgust. “All this just to gather information about you, Maddison? Or what? ”

Third person POV It's been three days since the accident happened. It was found out that the dumb truck driver had drank too much alcohol while driving. It has also been three days since Alexander was on the hospital bed. His parents are really worried about him. He is still in an unconscious state. Good thing his life is not in danger anymore. While he is in coma his father took his position as the CEO of the company. His mother and sister visited him almost everyday and talked to him about how much they love him and miss the time spent with him..

Kunle wasn’t perfect, but he was loyal, one of the few constants in a life that felt like quicksand. As he entered the bathroom, Ken whispered to himself, almost like a vow: “I must fix my life. One way or another.” Kunle, without turning, shouted: “Guy! No stay long. Come out and make us reason!” Ken managed a weak smile. “I hear you.” The sound of running water echoed through the apartment, and the football commentary filled the silence that followed. For the first time in days, Ken didn’t feel alone.

Eddie Doyle was a sixty-three-year-old man in a brown jacket. That was the first sentence I composed about him, and the sentence is the one I have kept, because the sentence is the truest description I am able to give. There was nothing visually remarkable about him. He was a man in a brown jacket of the kind a man in his sixties wears when he has stopped being interested in what a jacket looks like. His hair was grey and going. His eyes were a pale, unhurried color I could not, in the moment, have named.

JANE I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them. "It's only fair to end this with a little bit of crass, is it not?" His eyebrows went up. Interest flickered across his face. I stood, tucking the bills into my purse with deliberate slowness. Five hundred dollars. That was textbooks and maybe even groceries that weren't ramen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. I was Jailbird now. Fully Jailbird. Jane Puckett was locked away somewhere safe.

You might be cold but yes, it looks nice on you " Jen smiled directly to her. The salesladies looked at her and him, Loki felt like they’re was not looking at herself but Jen, since Jen had masculine manly features which his blue polo shirt fits which could be seen his muscles and other than that, he had milky and glossy skin same as an actors. While Loki was just an ordinary looks with the simple face. Loki changed her clothes and went back to the area of clothes and shoes. "Here, this is what I want, Black Crop Top T-shirt designed bunny and pink converse shoes" Loki smiled and put her umbrella on his basket. "Why did you put there an umbrella? Jen asked " Well, I can't go outside without

But that just proves the saying to expect the unexpected. Collin Oscar Cole is the most unexpected person to enter my life. I was pulled from my thoughts as my phone buzzed. Turning my head, I raised an eyebrow seeing Collin’s name on the caller id. “He’s home already?” I furrowed my brow picking up my phone. I realized it wasn’t that he got home quickly but that I’d spent lying here thinking about him for that long. Of course, he was already home. It’s cute that he was texting me when he got home.

After a nice shower, I headed downstairs. I stepped into Dadoo's room. He was lying unconscious, I ran towards him and touched him. His body was cold like ice, his eyes were closed like he was in a deep peaceful sleep. My heart was exploding from fear and pain. I called bua, she became afraid too. I decided to call the doctor. I was rubbing his palm until the doctor came. My eyes were full of tears, Doctor gave me a weak smile and started checking dadoo.

No more intense sports, but it didn't mess with his daily life. Following his parents' plans, he stepped into the family business. Work became his escape. He threw himself into it, and under his lead, Ramírez Corp not only bounced back but soared. Lorenzo, satisfied, handed over full control. Just like that, Marco became the business world's newest rising star. The only problem? He was a total workaholic. No hobbies, no social life—just work and home. No one knew his real escape: secretly watching performances from a certain dance troupe in Fremora. He even had private rehearsal recordings that weren't public.

she explained "What about now, you have any clue where he might be?" I questioned "A whole bunch of people knows about him now, not just me, Logan Young, one of the renowned surgeons in Australia, he's all over the web, only of people could know his dark sides" She voiced out "Wait you mean the same Logan Young we do talk about?" Emily surprisedly asked, referring to me "We? I don't remember talking about any surgeon with you but i think I've heard the name before" I told Emily, at the same time not believing that my real Dad's out there living his best life, not knowing he has a kid in another country.