Johnny Venerable Novels & Stories

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.

The veins on Johnny's forehead bulged violently, and the sharp tips of werewolf claws slowly extended from his fingers. "What? You think you can lay a hand on me inside the Davis estate?" Vivian raised her voice, stepping forward arrogantly. "Do you want to go to jail and keep your useless father company?!" Vivian's threat forced Johnny to halt his movements, but it completely ignited his fury. He pointed a finger directly at Vivian's nose, cursing through gritted teeth, "Just you wait, bitch! I don't want this damn money anymore!" "Get the hell out!" Vivian looked completely unbothered. "A useless, bottom-feeding rogue wolf without a pack thinks he can do something to me? Pathetic!"

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.

“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.”

, heads of state and influential billionaires will be an invaluable asset in the hands of the US government. It was quite a difficult question of conscience as far as Johnny saw it. Yena is on the run. She didn't want to face her previous life or the people involved with it, which was a feeling Johnny understood very well but couldn't agree with. At the same time, he will be the last person to give advice on how to overcome emotional trauma. He was still ruined, still mentally ill, despite all the experts he talked to as a teenager. His profile was confirmed, and whatever the goal or intention was, he was fit for the mission, but he knew his mind well. He is well aware of his limitations and