John E Mccray Novels & Stories

Mr Black wasn't As he seemed, She was only intentionally blinding herself from the truth with her so called love. "Earth to Grace". Jason had come with their lunch, Grace blinked twice, Her Eyes felt stiff from not blinking, she quickly faked a smile and feigned excitement for the usual glazed Donuts that was being pushed to her. "Wow, It scents Good". Grace said taking a sniff of the donuts.

Abagail smiled. I’m in shock, I’m trying to get the words out when Mia took over. “How did you trick him?” Mia asked. “We more like lured him; when he heard of our deaths-- he came to see for himself. He came to our burned-down home to make sure and with the help of Sirena, we managed to kill him. It was only because Sirena is powerful enough to hold him still while we attacked. We couldn’t send for you yet, awaiting more of his reinforcements but they came at random times throughout the years. So we wanted to at least wait near the time of your shift” Johnathan seemed flustered.

When I got out of the shower and dried myself, I put on white underwear, sweatpants, and a black crop top. I walked over to my bed and thought about what had happened. I couldn’t get the images out of my head—the bloodied bodies, gunshots, and gurgles of the men. The door opened, and I saw Johnny enter. "Sorry for disturbing you," he said as he closed the door behind him. "I want to ask you something," he said, looking me straight in the eyes.

"I did. And I still can’t wrap my head around this. You know, when I was young, I thought taking over the family business would be just me dressing in fancy suits and making phone calls. Apparently not. And I’m glad that’s no longer my dream. This thing is exhausting." And Zack seems to find that entertaining because he laughs. When I lift my head to glare at him, the sound immediately ceases, and he shifts in his chair as he caresses his throat. "Sorry. It’s because you’re still learning about it. Once you get used to it, you will enjoy it better." "Well, here’s to never getting used to it," I mumble under my breath before tipping my chin to the file on his end. "What’s that?" He drills his

' Looking back, she wondered when she had first lost herself. Mia had been an orphan taken in by the notorious McCray family. The McCrays of Raworth were famous for their wealth and power, yet no one knew that Hayes McCray, Kohen's elder brother, harbored a dark and twisted mind. He would often bring home attractive orphans and subject them to brutally cruel training methods. Those who survived the ordeal would become personal bodyguards for the McCray family, while those who failed were used as human targets in sadistic games played by Hayes and his fellow aristocrats. In short, all the orphans—regardless of gender—were nothing more than playthings for these privileged sons. Stripped of the

"The man you were with is the serial killer. His name is Jon McCrae." Krista felt her blood run cold as she stared at the large man in front of her. She then looked around, taking in her surroundings. She saw a table next to the mattress with tools and medical instruments. She then looked down at the mattress and saw it was stained dark red with blood.

{Mac Allister} I stood there at the altar, my gaze fixed upon Jacinda and Tommy (who was been pushed in his Ash colored wheelchair) approaching me. A knot tightened in my stomach. The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts.

He said to her, thrusting a sandwich at her. Johnson walked around the side of Archer’s bed, seating himself opposite Cara, he took a bite of his sandwich, gesturing for her to do the same as he swallowed. They sat in silence for what felt like hours, either side of Archer, neither one uttering a word. Cara relished the taste of sustenance as the bread and filling glided down her throat. Finally finishing with a bottle of water, realising she was far more thirsty than she had initially thought. “Better?” Johnson smiled at her, his expression was sympathetic but he was also fighting to control the emotions engulfing him. He had almost lost his friend, something he knew was a risk of the job b

His voice toned deeply as he asked, "Was his death because of the massive destruction?" Macerio’s hands waved towards Asher’s path, indicating that his help was needed, and immediately he rushed towards his side, helped the poor master on his wheelchair, and handed him over the remote. Did I forget to introduce his deadliest majesty, Macerio Johnson? Of course not! Born in the 19th century, Macerio Johnson was renowned and notorious for his major dealings in the sneaking of hard drugs, mostly narcotics, through the sea borders. Back in the day, his dealings were handsomely paid for, and most of all, the government had no say in them! Not until he came!