John Lewis Graphic Novel Novels & Stories

He walked down the stairs and found Coby there Lewis walked past him headed for the car. They both hopped in headed for the battle ________________ "Thought you would never showed up?" Emile smriked as Lewis stepped down elegantly from the car. 'I said it...a son of a bîtvh is back in town !"Lewis retorted. The rain already stated but thankfully,it wasn't that heavy "Till as cocky as ever. But don't worry when am done with ya_" "Shut up !" Lewis said sharply. Most skilled fighters of the graves are presently not excluding Tikka and Eros

"Oh, Effie. Question?" "Um. No, but I finally answered that question you told me to think till the end of the year," I outstretched my arm, handing her my journal. "And you're going to love my answer." "Well, I'm sure you finally thought of it after everything you've been through." "I did." "Okay, good," Jordan smiled. "I'll see you later." "Bye," I waved at her with a big smile as I walked out of the classroom. I spot Logan by himself, waiting for me. "Where's Liam?"

"You're right, but what's wrong with Mr. Lewis, it's like he's in such a terrible state." "Earlier, for reasons unsure, Mr. Lewis was sent flying away and even broke his tooth." The students in the plaza started whispering to each other. Joash became mad in an instant when he heard the crowd of students discussing. Initially, he thought of giving his best shot to prove himself useful in front of Lindsey. Yet, currently, he lost his face, and it would be impossible for him to remain calm. "I'll give you one second to get lost from my sight. But if you choose to ignore it, then ask yourself, do you deserve it? Why won't you appreciate the chance given to you?" Lucas said faintly to Joash.

[ Chapter 37 ] He, Lewis walked out with a book on his palm. A book that Leah hides. Now, however, was learnt by. The truth of this fiction is now happening [Before their eyes] Lewis caught the lighter and burn out some sticks. "Jin. I hope you won't see her again. This time she will always be mine. As this world is not ours and will be only the two of us. Goodbye." Lewis grinned upon the fire. The book is burning and can't be saved.

Almost immediately, he pulled out a blade and raised it so that it glinted in the moonlight, while my men attacked and wrestled him down, taking his knife from him before sending punches into his sides until he spat blood out while on his knees before me. “Who sent you?” I demanded, taking his stolen blade and pressing it to his throat. “None of your business.” I laughed at this answer before sending a kick into his side that came with a sickening crack. He cried, spat even more blood out, and almost choked. “Who?” “Promise you will not kill me. “WHO?” “John Lewis.” I tried to think of him, and knew him as one of the competitors. He had a motive, and it sounded right. So I turned to my men a

Hogan's screams echoed through the floor as he rolled on the ground, clutching his groin in pain. Only then did Lewis approach Judy, and from her reaction, he knew exactly what had happened to her: "I'm here now, everything's going to be okay." In front of Judy, the fierce Lewis from moments ago instantly became gentle. Louis followed closely behind, and upon entering, before he could even understand what was happening, Lewis coldly said to him: "Give me your antidote." Louis, who also moved in certain circles, always carried some self-defense items when going out, such as an antidote for being drugged.

“I was just starting to enjoy the silence.” Anyone in this room would think we are having a friendly conversation, little will they know that a war is being fought right in front of them. He smiles again — slow, maddening, like he already knows I’ll have to speak to him again. And I hate that even more than I hate him showing up. --- It's late at night and I watch Leo scribble in his sketchbook on the floor. He has drawn a man. Tall. He has a big smile and two black dots for eyes.

He cursed himself for getting entangled in this fight. Lewis's lips curled into a mocking grin. "Regretting it now?" Lorenzo's eyes narrowed, his expression hardened. "Don't flatter yourself." But Lewis wasn’t in the mood for banter. He lunged forward, delivering a brutal kick to Lorenzo's leg, causing it to tremble and go numb. With Lorenzo momentarily incapacitated, Lewis seized the opportunity, driving a heavy punch into his face. He then grabbed Lorenzo's arm, hoisting him into the air before slamming him hard onto the unforgiving concrete floor.

“Can you hear yourself? She won't wake up anytime soon and I have a job to go back to.” Paulo shrugged. “Take this as a part-time job, then.” Lewis shook his head, trying to push past him. “I’m going home.” Paulo didn’t move. Lewis placed his hand on Paulo’s chest and shoved him slightly. “Move.” That was a mistake because in one swift motion, Paulo shoved him back. Lewis lost his balance completely and crashed onto the marble floor. Pain shot through his butt and back as the impact knocked the breath out of him. He groaned loudly as he tried to sit up.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎The Next Day ‎ ‎ ‎Lewis was in his office, his face buried in his palms as he paced the length of the room, a slight limp marking his steps. Jonas stood nearby, calm and observant, his hands clasped behind his back. ‎ ‎ ‎“That bastard… It’s that bastard, isn’t it?!” Lewis roared, spinning around. ‎ ‎ ‎“He’s the reason Mr. Lockwood called to pull out his investment, right?” Lewis asked, fighting to keep his temper in check.