John Paul Schmidt Novels & Stories

“I’d rather hit a wall. I think that you got your answer. Now please let me go. As for learning my tactics, well, you can find it in yourself too. Think about something else, wouldn’t you agree…?” “Hit me instead,” he said simply. “Rather than hitting a wall, I figure that hitting a person might be a little more satisfying in your situation. Especially if that person is me.” So I did. Or tried to. I spun, swinging my fist at his face, but he caught my hand midair, shaking his head with that infuriating smirk still playing at his lips. “You learn fast,” he murmured, his fingers tightening around mine. “You almost landed the punch. For a moment, I thought that you might have.”

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

Ten minutes later, the office door opened, causing the group to turn. "Miss West, have you finished transcribing the speech I asked for?" Mr. Schmidt inquired, stepping out of the office with a folder in his hand and scanning some papers. "I need it before you leave." He paused, noticing the group staring at him in silence. "Who is this?" "Oscar Samuels. The former CEO," the man of mixed race introduced himself, extending his hand. "Stefan Schmidt," the German said, shaking hands. "Ah... you must be the one on leave. Your return is not too far off, is it?"

Most were harmless, many claiming to be married. Her fourth partner was someone she recognized; he was quite handsome for a blonde. It took her a few minutes of careful dancing to figure out who he was. He looked every bit the English knight, from his accent to his attire. Unlike the others, he didn’t need to count to keep time, which allowed him to engage her in conversation. "You look stunning, Lady Hera." His voice was smooth as silk. Her cheeks flushed. "Thanks, Mr. Grady." "Just call me Shawn. Your formality is hurting my feelings."

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

] Pretty Little Addict ~ Haiden Henderson My heart and pussy fluttered simultaneously. I hadn’t accomplished my goal. I’d wanted to use him to help me forget everything he’d done. As my body hummed with satisfaction, I wanted to laugh. Of course Shane had thrown it in my face and made me admit twisted desires I hadn’t even thought of and then made me cum.

said Harper seriously. “Vince Schmidt is back too?” Everyone’s expressions turned into one of a strange look. It was obvious that this Vince Schmidt was not some insignificant figure. “He’s the rival of Brother Douglas. He hasn’t come back since the incident with Brother Douglas. I can’t believe he has been summoned back too,” said Tristan with a surprised look on his face.

"No, it was all him. I couldn't get over myself to do it." "Haha… It doesn't matter. The process isn't important. I only care about the outcome." Justin's clear laughter rang through the speaker. "Mr. Schmidt, no, I should call you Chairman Schmidt. Congratulations. After lying in wait for so many years, you are finally standing at the height of power. You got what you wanted."

He gritted out as everyone scoffed at him, before resuming their things. "Look, sweetcheeks. I don't f**king want to die from his hands. What do you think he would do if I told him, dude me and my crazy friend put itching powder in your uniform to make a sh*t out of you in front of the coach but I'm a nice guy so I'm telling you to not wear it. He would've punched me solidly in the face." Joseph grumbled and then breathed heavily. "God it's so difficult to talk like you nonstop. Next time warn me not to rant like you." He muttered, earning a tight punch from her on his arm.

Cain scoffs and Gene glares at him, his eyes rimmed with unshed tears. "You may not have liked your father, but I knew him my entire life. You have no idea who he was or what he did, he was the best man I have ever known and he did not deserve the life he was handed. He should have had your mother by his side, he loved her…" Gene stops and clears his throat before continuing. "I would like to officially give notice of my wish to retire, now Abaddon is gone, I would like to spend the rest of my life quietly with my mate. I am happy to help train the next Beta when you choose them, but I request that you do so quickly, I only stayed on this long because Abaddon was my best friend."