Jonah Adam Novels & Stories

I responded dryly. “Eve baby what’s wrong?” “Momma, I think I found him. I am scared Momma!” “Of what baby?” “What if this is real? What if I indeed have his rib. What if I am his Eve?” She began laughing. “Momma!” I screamed into the phone. “What? Okay, okay. Is his name Adam?” “Yes.” I sat there with my hand in my face, still not believing this. “Shut up. Are you serious?” “Yes Ma’am. See why I am freaking?” “Is he missing a rib?” I looked at the phone like she was crazy. “How would I know that Momma? That’s not something you just come out and ask someone.” “True, but you are going to need to find out one way or another before you start freaking out. It could be a coincidence that you happ

“So what’s your question?” I stared at his good-looking face. I just noticed now that his eyes were pitch black and every time he blinks, the color suddenly changes into golden brown. His face gets closer to me, but not close enough that we would kiss. Just enough for us to see each other clearly and closely. Jacob is already twice my age, his son is years older than me. And yet he remained that silent power within him. “I really don’t have any question. I just wanted to say something since it seemed like we’re just gonna spend the whole time in this room with silence.”

She has changed her clothes with light blue culottes and a white crop top. "Because you look fine, so I can go out!" Jenna said to Adam, who had just finished taking a shower. Adam glanced at Jenna, assessing the woman from head to toe. Brunette brown hair, dark brown eyes, sharp nose, sensual lips, neat white teeth, 170 cm tall, approx 49 or 50 kg, glowing skin. "Not bad," thought Adam. "Do you want to be my wife?" asked Adam suddenly, making Jenna almost apply her lip cream to part of her face. She cursed a little then wiped her right cheek which was smeared with lip cream, while wiping it she turned her head to look at Adam with a frown.

Amrodan said to Noah. "I will teach you very powerful magic. But don't tell your father," he said flatly. Noah thought for a moment. What would be the impact if he accepted it. But, isn't Amrodan his uncle. There was no way that his uncle would do anything bad to him. "Of course, Uncle. I want to be taught by you," said Noah at last. "Good. Now, go home. Come here every day, Noah." he orders Noah. ***

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“Yes, dear, you are now Luna, and you are going to toast them. So you had better advise him to do something else than embarrass you up there by saying, ‘Enjoy,’ before marching right down. That is nothing close to a speech.” Jonah shrugged again. “I don’t really care about any speech. They don’t care as well,” he said, looking around before turning to me. “And I guess Danika wouldn’t care as well, right?” “Well, I couldn’t care any less, but I think you should do it. I think you should make a change. And why would you even go up there only to say, ‘Enjoy,’ before marching down?” “Who does that?” “Me. Because I don’t care about a speech,” he pointed at himself with both fingers, his tone rich

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.

She rests her arms on his shoulders and places a kiss on his lips. Jonah is wearing a pair of blue, khaki pants, a white tee-shirt, and a Nike long-sleeved jacket. “Come on now, sweetheart. We don’t want to be late,” Jonah says, pulling the pack. “Darling, can you do me a favor before we go?” Maya asks seductively. “Yeah, sure, what is it?”

A quick look at my cousin revealed that she was mentally envisioning their kids being able to sing like their dad. “Yes, he does. He won't say because he is modest about it, but he is the lead singer of this small band Hills and Plains. Tell them, Adam.” Nancy had no qualms about giving the information I was pretty sure Adam didn't want most to know about, and I saw the quiet anger on his face. He raised his eyes and they clashed with mine. I wonder if he realized his brows were arched and that his eyes were stormy. «He is troubled,» Matthew said sadly. «He needs a friend»