Johnny Venerable Novels & Stories

Embrace the suck, Johnny thought as he walked gingerly into the maintenance shelter and laid out the plate carriers next to the holsters and radio equipment. Thanks to a sex-crazed little blonde, and the baking heat in the warehouse, his joystick didn’t feel all that joyful. Velcro crackled as Slater pulled apart a plate carrier. “You okay there, bro? You’re embracing that Wyoming cowboy swagger.” “Fell in the shower,” Johnny muttered. “Damn shame. My grandma can lend you a non-slip shower mat if you need it—”

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

After that little speech of his, Jenny knew that he was in love with her, even if he hadn’t said the exact words, what he had told her had more meaning than anything that could have been written on a greeting card Johnny had been wonderful while he was helping her get through the events of the past week. He’d been a good loser when she’d beat him at the station and at again on the pool table. He made love to her in a way no man had ever done and on the worst day of her life had managed to give her a smile. She would never be able to go to a funeral again without remembering what had happened afterwards, and she’d be forever grateful to him for that.

“That Kevin.” He gave a mocking bow. “Always happy to be remembered.” She turned her attention back to Johnny, this time running her finger down the lapel of his blazer. “You always did have a soft spot for the needy. Non-profits. Lost causes. Strays.” Johnny stepped away. “Leave.” “I’m just saying hello.” “You’ve said it. Go.”

Then, he turned and said respectfully to Johnny, “Mr. Johnny, please!” Johnny nodded, took a step forward, and said, “Albert Rhodes, prepare to die!” Albert had been quite skillful in martial arts when he was young, so he didn’t back down and surrender. Instead, he propped himself up in a stance and said coldly, “If you want me dead, let’s see if you’re up to the challenge!” Johnny grinned like the evil antagonist in a movie and muttered, “You’re nothing but an worthless ant in my eyes!” Then, he strode directly towards Albert.

Still, his presence made Felix tense up. "Mr. Vernon, I could have been killed if you came any later," Baldo complained. The old man raised his hand, eyeing Felix. "I'm Vilebane Vernon. Have you heard of me?" Vilebane? Felix shook his head. "No." Anger flashed across Vilebane's face. As he made a step forward, thunderous booms could be heard instantly. Over a dozen craters exploded in the ground. He could cause such destruction with just one casual step. Vilebane was really on another level.

“But it’s not everything. It’s more important to be kind, not just to others but to yourself as well.” She stared at him in silent awe until it was broken off by her father who called her attention from a distance. “Valentina, who is that?” Nervous, Valen looked at Johnny again. She widened her eyes on him to silently ask him for help. “Valen!” her father called her again but just much louder this time. “Just a new farmer, tay!” “Wait, isn’t that Nanay Lucy’s grandson from the city?” Juan, Nenita’s father, remarked when he recognized the guy.

“Yes.” “Then I need to tell you something before you do.” She turned toward him. His face was unreadable. “The man who led that meeting—the one who called himself the Horizon envoy—he wasn’t just a survivor of Crane’s network.” Lena frowned. “Then who is he?” Vincent exhaled smoke. “His name is Jonas Vale.” The name hit her like a blade. “Vale?” Vincent nodded. “Cassidy’s younger brother. Thought to be dead after the riots.”

I called him and the corner of his lips lifted into a sick smirk. “You are Jack." I felt blood rush to my head. “Your one and only." His hooded eyes scanned my face before traveling down to my chest. “I want you." I blurted, feeling the cold metal against my skin. He raised his brows, surprised at my sudden outburst. “Valentina!" Johnny warned. “I want him." I pouted, the urgent need to scratch my scalp came and I scratched the itch like crazy, not knowing how I looked to them.

She smiled beautifully at him and introduced herself, “Hello Sir. My name is Agnes Jones and the current Vice President of the company. I have been informed to lead you directly to the conference room where all the partners are waiting. She bowed slightly knowing that she was talking to someone important to get the attention of the partners who owned the business. York Enterprise was owned by some of the richest families in the city and was worth close to three hundred billion. None of the families were worth anything close to twenty billion individually; therefore they were curious to see who was the mysterious investor who could easily cough up five hundred billion without batting an eye.