Johnny Castle Novels & Stories

"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

“Ain’t that right, Cassy babe?” “Could you please put me down now?” I politely but irritably asked, and thankfully, he did. I clutched my head, feeling how my blood rushed there and gravity started to pull me down. “Your girlfriend?” Spencer asked, shifting his eyes from me to him. I let out a sound of retch and shook my head, but Johnny wrapped his arm around my shoulders and stuck me to him. “Sometimes,” Johnny proudly answered. “Just call me if you’re still looking for someone. I’d be happy to lend her to you.”

"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

He asked excitedly "Yes" he hugs me and we both jump excitedly, Frankie joins us We separate and laugh "why were we hugging, did something happen?" Frankie asked confused Caleb and I share a look and laugh ,____ Johnny's POV___ "Well family I should go back to bed now, I got work later" "Huh? What work?" My uncle asked and I was about to leave My aunt answers"Johnny works as a waiter for a restaurant, he does night shifts" "Really? the effect of human blood has worn off?" He asked concerned

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?”

She didn’t reply, just met his eyes, steady. They walked down the corridor together. Johnny moved like a man used to being looked at. He’d grown into his legacy—into his body, his money, his name. Broad shoulders, precise jawline, that clean fade and beard that made him look too good for LinkedIn but somehow still belonged on Forbes. But to Minnie, he wasn’t just headlines and camera lights. He was Johnny Castile.