Jon Wexler Novels & Stories

Wilson from the far corner of the bench. Nearby people stepped aside so that he could be seen. The old man narrowed his eyes with an incredulous grin, looking around at the assembled people. And for some reason it seemed to me that his gaze lingered on me longer. “All without exception,” Reed answered harshly, making it clear that the topic was closed. I felt Alex's gaze and reluctantly turned around. He was standing on the other side of the table. This view made sense to me. So it was read - it concerns you. I rolled my eyes and turned away. I don’t need these teachings, better control your wolf.

Third Person POV "Mr. Knight, your flight will be boarding soon sir, can I offer you another glass of wine, while you wait?" Caleb looks up at the flight attendant, smiling at her as she holds the bottle of Bordeaux. "Please, call me Caleb," he answers, giving her a wink. He knew she was easily his oldest son's age, but that has never stopped him from messing with a pretty face and curvy body.

I squeezed my legs together to get rid of uncomfortable feeling when James noticed my actions and smirked wickedly. Alex Russo along with Mia Russo moved ahead and gave their blessing to the newly weds. When my dad came to give blessing much to my astonishment, James left without any word and went to talk to friend Salvatore. Dad felt deeply insulted and Leo wanted to hit James but dad forbid him strictly.

This decision came on the recommendation of Lloyd Wright, the owner of the Billings Wolves and Jeremy's close friend. Chris Wixson's credentials were nothing short of legendary. As the greatest player in Wild West Indoor Football League (WWIF) history, Wixson had led the Billings Wolves to the first OK Corral Bowl and secured the championship in style. His career saw him guide the Wolves to the OK Corral Bowl seven times, claiming victory in six of them. The records he held—career completion percentage, passing yards, and touchdowns—were a testament to his unparalleled skill and leadership. When Wixson expressed his interest in coaching, Jeremy saw an opportunity to bring his wealth of knowl

“No. But we’re willing.” A few nights later, Ava received an anonymous email. Subject: Not All Wolves Stay Hidden. Attached was a screenshot of a wire transfer $250,000 from Wolfe International’s oldest investor to a PR firm specializing in “digital clean-up and influencer placement.” There was also a list of names. Most Ava recognized. One she didn’t. Naomi Wexler. She clicked. The link led to a now deleted blog post Naomi’s story. A whistleblower in 2015. Silenced. Bought out. Gone.

After waiting for Wendy Walters's mood to stabilize, he said, "Miss Walters, the chairman misses you very much." Wendy Walters wiped away her tears and said, "I can go back with you, but tell me…… Who are you? Finally, do you know Rex Gavyn?" Rex Gavyn met Wendy Walters's inquiring eyes and said slowly, "The number one young man in Jena City, I know, Miss Walters's ex-husband?" "You……" Wendy Walters didn't expect him to be so calm, and the doubts in his heart gradually receded. It seems that he should not be Rex Gavyn, he just looks alike.

She knew something had happened. "Is everything alright, Ms. Gonzalez?" Janet Wexler asked, her tone cool. "Perfectly," I said, taking my seat. My voice was calm, my posture erect. "A minor family matter. Now, where were we? You were questioning the provenance of our evidence." David, the junior staffer, looked momentarily flustered. "Well, yes, the—"

I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm. “Markos, I’m glad you came,” he said as he pulled me into an unwanted hug. I had to go to hios party to show him he and I were still partners. To rule the black world of New York, you need law enforcement and a few politicians. The senator was among those on my payroll and I couldn’t fuck it up because he would screw everything about me. There was a reason they always wound up dead after they retired. They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths.

“The pleasure is all mine, s—Jaxon .” Dad glanced between Jaxon and me, worried. Maybe he finally realized that he’d thrown me to a wolf. Dad tried to intimidate my future husband with a dark look, but a sheep didn’t become a predator by wearing a wolf fur, and Dad had never been more than prey among the blood-thirsty monsters in our circles. Jaxon straightened, ignoring Dad, and motioned toward his companion. “That’s my right hand and Consigliere, Felix .”

I frowned when Jeremy looked away. "Please don't leave right now. We know it's all hard to take in but we promise we're not the bad guys. Just stay until the reception is over and I promise your entire family will be back to Texas safely." Helena persisted. "I don't consider you the bad folks. My brain can't wrap around the new information it just discovered. My best friends for years are werewolves and I never noticed anything strange." He shook his head and looked between all of us. "Listen, I don't mean to be rude, but Aaron. This rat is getting annoying!" I turned around to find Dave clinging onto Christian's arm. Christian clearly looked annoyed with how many times he pushed Dave away.