John Reed Book Novels & Stories

he said coldly, "allow me to escort you out." Navia remained perfectly still. Then suddenly- "Well. This certainly looks lively." A calm male voice interrupted the room. Secretary Warren froze. He looked past Navia toward the doorway and his expression changed instantly. "Jonathan Reed?!" The entire room stirred. Several directors immediately stood up. "Mr. Reed, why are you here?" "Did something happen?" Jonathan Reed was Harrison Group's chief legal counsel. He rarely appeared in person unless the matter was extremely serious. Dressed in a perfectly tailored suit with gold-rimmed glasses, he carried an intimidating presence the moment he stepped into the room. One glance around the boardro

"If you ever mention her name in the context of a lab report again, I will release the secondary 'Black Ledger'—the digital one. The one that hasn't been burned. The one that lists which of your superiors at the DOJ had their mortgages paid by the Reed Foundation." The agent’s face went pale. "I don't want the money," Ethan continued. "I don't want the tower. I want a clean slate for my wife and a medical team of my choosing to look into my 'condition.' You give us that, and Julian Reed becomes the lone gunman. The story ends here. The city gets its charitable trust, and the Hawke name disappears." The agents looked at each other. They knew the cost of a cornered Ethan Hawke. They knew that

Jonson hadn't returned from the Dickson house, and it's bothers him, if his been held caged just like his brother. Ever since the death of his trusted man, Hadeon found it hard to think straight, nor trust anyone. Neither has he stepped outside nor attended the office. Michael is fully guarded, after what happened to both his family, his ruthlessness provoked, not that he fears him, he manages to convince himself. However, he anticipating failed when the sound of a gun echoed in the compound. He flinched, wondering about the intruder in his mansion. The sound of a gun died down as a man walked in, his glory. His aura dangerous to mess with, Eight henchmen were beside him. His outfit fully dr

Unlike Kendricks who helped take down the bad guys. Reed instead do some dirty deeds just like Williams Jones. For years he had been doing such acts and hadn't been caught. No one knows about them but Kendricks Easton knows about them and their dirty deeds they did in secrets. Their a swift knock on the door. “ Come in ” Reed said. A tall man got in and came to stand before him “ Sir, we have found out his location ” Reed opened his eyes which were two colours, his right eye were brown while his left eye was dark brown with a scar which ran across his eye to his thick brow.

Even a broken man who is trying to live, the striveness itself defines he can be a hero. The stranger with a crushed broken heart turned into my lifeline and made him into the man he is today. The affect is dragging a sinner from the pits of hell and raising him into my heaven, allowing him Redemption and freedom from the demons of his past. He is the hero, he is the deserved hero, and this is Mr. Alexander Hamilton's REDEMPTION. THE END ******

“Yes, sir. Everything’s been done. It’s under control. It’s just… your position as foundation president—” “I understand,” Mr. Reed cut him off. “Doesn’t matter. As long as I’m alive, I can clean my name later.” “Tell them I’m on my way.” He hung up, packed up his desk, and left the office. Brad returned to Benjamin’s office. Benjamin was standing by the window, tall and perfectly poised. Even his silhouette looked commanding. Brad walked up behind him. “Mr. Reed says it wasn’t him.” Benjamin didn’t look back. His voice was hoarse: “Check anyway.”

Teams cost money and it should be obvious by our surroundings that we didn't have money. "Jon has school in the morning and he needs to sleep, Mr. Tyler." "I think you should call me Reed." I didn't say anything. It wouldn't matter what I called him because in a few minutes, I would never see him again. "Whose school books are those?" Jon didn't give me a chance to answer. "A few are mine." He left it at that. Reed stepped closer to the table and looked at the titles. His left eyebrow arched as he read the title aloud. "Analytical Concepts in Accounting."

“It’s Jax Maddox.” A pause. Then he said, “Damn. Haven’t heard that name in a minute. What’s up?” “I’m guessing you’ve seen the story.” “Yeah,” Reed said slowly. “Wild stuff, huh?” “You didn’t talk to anyone, right?” There was silence between us. “I didn’t say anything that’d point to you.” That wasn’t a no. Not even close. “Reed,” I said coldly. “You know if my name gets dragged into this, I won’t go down alone.”

“You’re always thorough, man. Seriously. Thanks again.” Dean gives a tight smile, rare from him, but we appreciate the gesture. As Dean leaves, I call my brother Kole upstairs. He walks in, all casual like he doesn’t still have a crush on Sienna. He greets her, Susan, and Trevor like a politician before flopping into the seat across from me. “Alright, bro...spill it.” We lay it all out. His eyes scan the files, and his jaw drops. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. This guy’s a career criminal.”

"Oh, hey. Ms. Rodriguez assigned our new book for social studies. We're doing a unit on redemption and criminal justice." My stomach tightened. "What book?" "Some memoir by a guy who went to prison. 'The Monster I Was.' Have you heard of it?" Nova dropped the spatula. Elena looked up. "What? Is it bad or something?" I moved to look at her phone screen. There it was. The book cover with Darren's face—older, gentle, reformed. The face of a man who'd found peace. The face of the man who'd shot me. "Elena," I said carefully. "Who's the author?"