John Seed Novels & Stories

Right after dinner, Joe called the moment I got home. “Rae, I heard the Professor wants to talk to you about a project,” his voice came through, punctuated by the familiar clacking of keyboard keys. “I know Joshua and Thomas. Oh, and Robert—turns out he’s Joshua’s son. His father stepped down as Alpha and became a science consultant for the Moon Valley Alliance. The son? Mostly famous for gossip, and apparently, his eyesight is terrible.”

Minutes later, Ichabod could hear a swift movement behind the shelves and out came a short man in a black tail coat and a large hat which made him look like all those wizards you see in movies like Harry Potter. “Ah! If it isn’t my old friend.” Johhny said cheerfully. “It has been a while since I last saw you. Are you having nightmares again?” “No.” Adams replied, “I would like you to meet someone.” He said, “this is Ichabod Nuel.” Johnny laid his eyes on Ichabod and scanned him from head to toe. A serious smile cracked upon his lips. “Ah. I can see you haven’t come alone young man.”

John had to think of a way to tell Wren the truth without making his friend hate him. John stood up and stretched. He walked to the door of his lab and turned off the light. He closed the door, pausing for a moment before he began walking up the stairs. He had done everything he could with what he had. Now he had to determine what the next step would be in finding out more about Sheriff Lindsay Gold.

Jenna started to be a little nonsense. The man irritably took out his passport and gave it to Jenna. Adam Lynch 30 years Vancouver, Canada She cleared her throat slightly, then took a picture of Adam's passport. After that, she returned it. "Okay Adam, I'll officially introduce myself. My name is Jenna Johnson. Just call me Jenna. From now on until checkout, you have to follow my rules, okay?" Jenna said with a sweet smile, she was already imagining that she would be paid 50 times from the rent bill of her room!

~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.

His eyes turned a deep shade of yellow, his wolf howling and growling before he attacked the elders, killing them mercilessly, and without remorse. He managed to kill nine or ten elders before his body hit the ground, a gun was shot on the back of his head. Nathan froze at the sound of the bullet being fired before he nodded at the men to pull out their own weaponry. Carter handed Nathan his own gun, and taking a step back, I put a hand on Jade’s shoulder, not wanting her to get caught in the ambush.

Dead at only twenty-two—and Gio had killed him. Gio The broadcaster on the small television in Gio's garage stood outside the cemetery where services for Trinidad had been held. The light from the television screen was the only thing that illuminated the otherwise dark garage. Gio wasn't even listening anymore. He'd stopped listening hours ago, but still, he sat there on his Raiders beanbag, like he had for days, staring at the screen.

These days, he couldn't visit her because of his studies, which made him extremely sad. After overhearing Clement and Jethro's conversation, Sienna desired to become Mrs. Thompson even more. Currently, Clement is Jethro's only son, so Jethro gives him everything he has, including power and privilege. Suddenly, Sienna came up with a bold idea to have a child with Jethro, killing two birds with one stone. She saw that Jethro is no longer interested in his wife Gemma, but he cares about Clement.

the fat man said with a bright smile upon his face. “Twenty million to have some tea? Mr. Lee, you’re really extraordinary! Is Stephen Hendrix really worth twenty million?” Joshua Jones was a bald man, and his temples were prominent, indicating that he was a master of inner strength. “Shall I go and kill him for you?” “No, no, no!” The fat man immediately objected. “Let him live. There are still some uses for him!”

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f