Jonah Beck Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ever since the first time Nixon knotted we’ve been going at it like a couple of jackrabbits in a never ending heat. That was four months ago. I’ve been feeling off and have on more then one occasion caught whiffs of something that rolls my stomach and I find myself bent over a trash can a bush or the porcelain throne as I throw up everything but last nights dreams. Nixons currently away at an Alpha meeting and won’t be home fore another two or three days so here I sit chewing on my nails with Nina by my side. BEEP BEEP BE- Nina cuts it of mid beep and we sit. We stay rooted to our spots, starring at the white marble countertop where the long thin blue capped pregnancy test sits.

I had finished reading and was prepared…somewhat. The car was more luxurious than the one I had ridden previously. The same man was on the driver’s seat again. There was another man whose name was James. He was probably a gamma. I let out a small sign as I decided to look at the file, just to occupy myself. Today, I was woken up by Clarissa, the file still in my hand and she had been worried that I would suffer pain in my neck because of how I had fallen asleep. The radio silence from Isaac felt odd but welcoming. I don’t think I could have tolerated his presence after that little incident.

Jonah POV "You know, I heard sunlight is never the best cure for hangovers, you should be resting." I said, standing over her shoulder. Elaine turned to look at me, eyes squinting against the sun. "I am sorry, who are you?" she asked, blinking like she could not place me. I chuckled, though a flicker of unease hit me. "Wow. The whiskey got you bad, huh?" I muttered under my breath. She looked confused, eyebrows drawn, lips slightly parted. The salty breeze rolled in from the beach, stirring her hair. I stepped in, reintroducing myself. "Anyways, the name is Jonah. The guy you spoke to last night before you blacked out."

Jack stated that he had no objections to anything that I did so long as I did not meet Benjie or Jay or any other guy by myself. "I just don't get it. I mean, Benjie is actually a nice person, and in the past, they were also pretty close and bonded together. So what is it about him that makes Aki so angry?" I told Jonah while sipping coconut juice. We had just arrived at the beach resort that we had booked a few hours' drive away from our city. I brought Jack with me, while Jonah brought both of her sons, Gio and Kyle, with her. Kyle was thirteen years old while Gio was nineteen. It had been quite some time since their father and Jonah had split and he was currently living abroad.

Shelves hold jars of herbs and dirt and murky liquids I want nothing to do with. “So, where do we…” I look around. The bean bags are one disgusting option, judging from the very unflattering smears and spatter the black lights are revealing. Jonah’s teeth glow comically blue in the light. “Hey, that’s up to you. Just not on the worktable.” He’s talking about the huge workbench tucked into an L-shaped corner. He opens a laptop and types something in. “No spell books? Dusty scrolls?” Owen quips.

Bailey replied, her voice soft. The doorbell rang. “Jace, please get the door!” Lyla shouted from the kitchen .“I’ve got potato on my hands!” Jace had just finished setting out the wine glasses when he opened the door. “Jonah?” He screamed, long time bro, he said as he shook his hands and hugged him afterwards. Jonah stood with a bottle of wine in one hand and the other scratching his new beard. “Heard you traded war rooms for wellness rooms.” “And you grew a beard.”

Before nodding at Mr King hurriedly. "I will do it, boss." He said and turned around to leave when Mr King called him. He turned back around and looked at him in confusion. "Jonah, don't forget our motive behind all these." He said with a dark look and evil tone. As soon as Jonah heard him, his looks changed too and it was familiar to what Mr King has. Dark and evil. "The destruction of Helena Watson. Never gonna forget that boss!" He said and Mr King liked the sincerity in his tone and attitude.

I have my internal jumbled debate all the way to Jonahs’ room, I push the door open and he’s sitting on his bed huddled up in the corner fast asleep with his arms rested on his knees and his head on his arms, as though sensing my eyes on him, his eyes flutter open and he takes a moment to focus them then smiles once he realizes that it’s me. [[ Hey Meera, you’ve come to see me again ]] I walk further into the room {{ yes Jonah, I'm here to pay you a visit, how are you today? }} [[ are you asking as a doctor or as a friend? ]] {{ I’m asking as your potential mate Jonah }} he gives me a warm smile and caresses my face gently [[ I’m not doing too good, I feel like I just might lose my mind sitt

Jonah spoke in a bored tone as he pretended that he was looking at the dirt in his nail beds. "And what is the name of this asshole?" Blake growled. I could feel his grip tighten on my shoulder as he tried to keep himself under control. "It would be far too easy for me to tell his name. You would only go after him and kill him. And I couldn't have that," Jonah shrugged. His eyes moving from where I was sitting to where Blake was standing and it's almost like he was enjoying watching Blake grow angrier with his words.

He asked hesitantly. "Your Alpha is a pain in the ass. He overreacted for no reason!" I groaned. Oscar held back a laugh. "That sounds like Aaron." A voice chuckled. Oscar turned around, shock written across his face. He sighed when he saw Don standing behind him. "He is in a pissy mood." Don chuckled. "That he is!" Another voice popped up. I looked at him. "Christian, right?" I asked. He nodded his head and bowed. "Nice to meet you again, Luna." He gave me a boyish smile.