Johnny Castle Novels & Stories

“He’s the gift you mentioned?” Roland glanced at Andrius with some disdain. “Where is he from and what’s so special about him?” Sven immediately introduced, “His name is Jack Castillo. He hails from Florence. His father is Barrett Pace, who used to be a deputy minister in Florence. Barrett colluded with one of the ancient martial families in Florence, the Swallows.

"I know right. By the way, have you and Matt been keeping in touch? His father told me that he's still in Australia for business." Janice cleared her throat nervously. Hannah gave her the knowing look. Why would she keep in touch with that jackass! He's a pain in the neck! George Castle was the best friend of Mr Jordan. They grew up together and worked together in the parliament decades ago until Mr Jordan established his company -A.L.O.S a multinational Tech company. Mr Jordan is the founder and CEO of his company with his best friend as the top skate holder. Mr George Castle has a son, Matt Castle who is pretty sophisticated and pursues his father's interests in the business. He's a stickl

I snorted. "Still don’t trust that guy," he grumbled, eyeing on Stefano, who now had grease on his face from scratching his nose. "He’s smart. but... stupid," Johnny added. I elbowed him. "Stop it. Let’s go." "Hey! Keep your insect out of Cassidy’s room! That’s off limits! Especially to you!" Johnny shouted over his shoulder. "Have fun!" Stefano called back. Johnny took me to dinner—a fancy restaurant that looked like it came straight out of a movie.

"Watched some football and hung out." Yeah, at his secret restaurant. I smile, but it doesn't reach my eyes. "Where is Cade?" he asks, buttoning his uniform. "In the back," I say, turning on the computer. "He's all better, finally got his cast off." Johnny nods, still working his buttons. Pursing my lips, I continue to scroll over appointments, and say, "I wish they would have found the thugs that did that to him. Scumbags." Johnny finishes his shirt, and gives me a smile. "Yeah, he didn't deserve that."

"Stop acting like a pup. Look at you. You’re already staring." Luke’s gaze had already drifted. At the far end of the ice, near the player’s tunnel, a new figure had appeared. Castel "Cass" Castillo. He wasn't a girl, but he moved with a fluid, dangerous grace that made Luke’s inner wolf pace behind his ribs. Cass was wearing a jagged black jersey with a silver wolf-skull—the mark of the outcast clans from the Blackwood Haunted Mansion district. "That's him," Jax whispered, following Luke’s eyes. "The one you’ve been howling about at practice. Castel."

Justin answered without hesitation, "That's impossible. He was out of place in our family's previous dealings and those assassinations because he didn't like them. It's because I knew his character that I was comfortable leaving you in his care." After hanging up, I called Ned. I asked, "Ned, you've been training and protecting Justin in New York. Have you heard of Johnny? What do you think of him?" Ned thought for a moment and said, "I've heard from many people that he was generous in community charity events, bringing warmth and hope to those children in need." Hanging up the phone, I lay on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. Yes, both from others and in my memory, Johnny was an una

"Johnson sent someone to tell me to bring you to the Eagle Castle tomorrow night personally. Otherwise, he will kill me as well as your entire family here in the city." The Eagle Castle was one of the Eastblue city's most mysterious places, which was also Johnson's dwelling place. At that very moment in his intricately decorated study, the forty-five year old johnson was dressed in a black line in suit, practicing his ink paintings. With immense speed and strength, a picturesque painting of a ferocious tiger appeared on the thin piece of paper. After that, a satisfied look appeared on his thin face. Mad dog a well built and sturdy man who had been standing by his side for sometimes said resp

JD muttered and Clarance chuckled. “Have fun storming the castle!” Waylon cheered. JD turned around and looked at him. “Seriously?” “What?” Waylon grinned. “I have a niece to prove that they’ve already stormed the castle.” JD pointed out gesturing to the sleeping toddler curled against her great uncle’s chest. “Meh.” Waylon replied. “It’s not my sis-“ Neo’s hand clamped down over Waylon’s mouth. “You’ll thank me for this later. Did you just lick my hand?”

Not long after I left Carlton Corporation, Ivy Carlton sent me the address of a castle in Staravia, along with a photo of it. It was a cream-colored castle with limestone walls and a red and gold dome. It looked extremely opulent. And right in the center of the photo was Jonah Jennings, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, standing tall and straight. My finger lingered on Jonah's smiling face for two seconds, and a wave of absurdity washed over me. I was supposed to be the groom, and this was the wedding venue Ivy had chosen for us. Yet, the star of the photo she sent me was her "childhood friend" whom she had always told me not to worry about.

It felt wonderful. Jenny and Johnny joined the other couples who were already seated at the table. Lee Marshall, winner of nine Marconi’s, with his wife Judy, Dick Whittington, who’d won a Peabody in the early seventies, and Cynthia Fox, all of whom Jenny had met at prior broadcasting functions. They made their introductions and were joined, unfortunately, by Melody and her husband Ned, a computer programmer in Silicon Valley, looking like he would rather be losing at the craps table than sitting at the nominees table with his wife.