Jonah Adam Novels & Stories

Loyal. He stood stiff, not from discipline… but from something else. Tension. “Speak,” I said. He looked at Lucas, then at me. Something in his face—resigned. Not scared. Not uncertain. Resigned. “My name isn’t Marco,” he said. Lucas tensed. I narrowed my gaze. “You’ve got about two more seconds to explain that.” “My name is Jonah,” he said flatly. “Elias’s adopted brother.” Everything stopped. Even the rain.

It was one of Adam's habits while his emotion was in rage. Adam went out tonight in black jeans tied to a yellow hoodie and furnished with white sneakers. Although being a member of the Saguna family, Adam's face was not particularly familiar in the community. Adam chose to limit himself to social interaction. On promotions or in need of his role as chief executive to make public appearances, Adam more often sent his assistants or represented by the brand ambassador's face.

“Look, I don’t know who you are, but my mom doesn’t need any further stress. She just lost her husband. So, I will ask one more time, who is this?” “My name is Nathaniel. I-,” he cut me off before I could finish my sentence. “I know who you are, Nathaniel. Why are you just now calling?” he growled. “I’m sorry, but I really am just calling to check in on Dominique. I don’t mean to cause any trouble.” “She’s at Dad’s grave on the pack lands. As much as I don’t like it, I know mom would probably like to see you. So I will tell my wolves to stand down and let you pass.”

she inquired tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. Donovan's gaze shifted to the girl, his expression remaining impassive. "I am Donovan Garrett," he replied simply. "President of the Student Union Government, Wilberforce Island University. And Boma is my wife." The serving personnel exchanged puzzled glances, sure of the significance of the title. But they had always assumed Boma's husband, if she had one, would be someone unassuming, like her. As far as they were concerned, she wasn't important. She was there partaking in the punishments just like everyone else. It would be safe to even assume she might be among the poorest staff, the way she acted like her whole life depended on

She had somehow managed to disappear into his closet and emerge wearing one of his white shirts. It reached halfway down her thighs. Her dried hair was pushed over one shoulder. Kane stopped. Mona glanced at him. Her eyes immediately brightened. "I'll call you later. Bye." She ended the call. Kane folded his arms. She pointed toward the kitchen. "Adam made ramen." Kane glanced over. Two bowls sat on the counter, steam curling into the air. Adam had added soft-boiled eggs, green onions, mushrooms, and slices of meat.

“My stomach dropped. James’s expression turned serious. “Whatever is happening between you and Alpha Adrian… you should end it now, Rox. You don’t want that kind of trouble.” The bell rang, cutting off any reply. We stood and regrouped. Jack and the other alphas,except Adrian,waited at the front. One of them stepped forward: a tall man with his hair tied in a man bun and a neatly trimmed goatee. “Now that most of you have gotten the hang of the single-leg lateral hops with the bear hug,” he said, scanning our tired faces, “we’ll move on to the next exercise. He offered a small smile. “In case you forgot, I’m Liam, Alpha of the Moonlight Pack.”

After hanging up the call, she said, “Jonah’s full name is Jonah Reid. He’s the high-end designer, engineer, and scientist of our company. He’s forty-eight years old now and is the sole designer of Wyvern Peak’s latest Tempest aircraft.” “I’ve heard about Jonah. He’s the recipient of the highest award in the field of science,” said Adrian. “That’s right,” Gracia said, “Jonah went over to Yidalia for a study trip and brought back a student from there. Her name is Ginevra, and she’s twenty-four this year. She has a good knowledge of heavy metals, so I believe that we can do it if she provides us with a qualified answer.” Adrian sat and waited. Half an hour later, more than twenty people walked

The people in the meeting room from Insurgent Trifecta were furious that the intruders charged in without permission. However, their fury weakened substantially when they saw Jonah. “Jonah Fann, what are you doing here barging into my Insurgent Trifecta with a bloody army? This is against the law!” Joe stood up and said coldly. Rather than answering Joe, Jonah's eyes swept across the meeting room. He furrowed his brows ever so slightly when he failed to locate Zayn. He then stared at Joe and said, “I’m here to arrest Zayn Larson. Hand him over.”

The things I really care about are already part of me. They didn’t require any packing. My mother nods at Adriana, but her voice is tight. “When is Jonah coming?” “Soon,” Adriana replies quickly. She’s beaming. If you didn’t know her well, you wouldn’t recognize she was anxious. She flicks her eyes at the door, then peers at her phone. When she sees me looking, she puts it away and grins wider. “He’s probably finishing last-minute stuff. Busy, busy guy.” Mom scans the office. Her attention lingers on the expensive TV mounted to one wall; the huge windows have a killer view of the city. “I imagine he must be.”

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.