Johnny Faust Novels & Stories

Johnny replied me firmly. "Who the hell are you?." I asked as different unlikely thoughts filled my mind. "You won't even believe me if I told you?." Johnny answered trying to maintain sudden calm. Well my instincts have observed that this fella doesn't exactly do well with patience. "Try me..." I said casually. There was a certain tension in the atmosphere as I awaited his answer. "My real name is Johnny Sterling, Charles Sterling's bastard son from his mistress Elaine Jackie Briggs." He finally stated, his voice was void of any emotion.

A man from the uppermost floors of the hotel comes down, this man's name is Joseph Faust, a tall blonde man wearing turtle shell sunglasses, a dress shirt, cargo shorts, and sandals. The man came down with two Molotov cocktails, lit the cloth shoved inside on fire, and had thrown them onto Henry Gold. After catching on fire, he sees the silhouette of the Joseph go inside somewhere in the vicinity of the basement wherein the labyrinth is. The Molotov's did not kill him though. Henry Gold. Nobody knows how or why, but Henry Gold has a body that is comparable to a demi-god's in durability alone. He's not particularly strong nor is he even that impressive in being smart in combat. But his body a

"What... what happened here?" Johnny's labored breaths punctuated the heavy silence, his once-vibrant spirit now dimmed by the specter of mortality. His eyes, clouded with the weight of impending departure, sought Asmo's gaze, conveying a profound sense of sorrow and resignation. "It was... Satan," Johnny's voice, a mere whisper, trembled with the weight of his revelation. "He... he did this." Asmo's features contorted with a potent mix of sorrow, fury, and grim determination. The revelation of Satan's malevolent presence in their midst cast a pall of profound apprehension over the dire circumstances that had unfolded.

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.

Johnny said pleadingly " Forgive me sir I didn't know....." Before he could finish his sentence Danial slapped him. Johnny was thrown across the room, half of his face was bloodied and numb. He looked at Danial and raged " You slapped me? How dare you slap me do you know who I am and what I do? I am Johnny Langley the most powerful gangster in the southern district" Johnny tried to stand but realised that he couldn't move his legs. He looked at Danial who was approaching him and was stunned. Danial looked like a demon who climbed out of the deepest parts of hell. His aura was rampant and his eyes were bloodshot.

He wanted to look untamed. Johnny got into his car and drove off to party with intents to run into Charlie but if he didn’t all the better because he had Sara at his beck and call ready to be with him for as long as he wanted (which he had now realized was only for the amount of time she was being fucked) and he wasn’t going to feel guilty about it. He put on some good hymes and sang along to them. Johnny Maddox liked listening to hymes. They were the only music he could get himself to relax to and he also felt that he could think better when he played hymes.

As if every cell of his body knows he’s the king, showing dominance and power. “Things change a lot here, my king. I hope you understand,” Faustus explained with a chuckle. “I’m aware of that, and please, quit saying my king. No one calls me that for many decades.” “Alright then. I shall arrange the meeting. I’ll tell you when I come up with the plan,” Faustus took Davon’s phone number and asked him where he stays. He was surprised to know that Davon was working in a library, and offered to pay his abode.