Jonah Beck Novels & Stories

By the confused, unpleasant expression on their faces, one would have imagined he had said “pornography.” “Beethoven?” one of the detectives, a beefy guy in his 50s, asked, in a mocking voice. Jonah was exhausted, and felt like mocking him back. “He’s a composer,” Jonah said. “I know who Beethoven is, you little punk,” the detective snapped.

By the confused, unpleasant expression on their faces, one would have imagined he had said “pornography.” “Beethoven?” one of the detectives, a beefy guy in his 50s, asked, in a mocking voice. Jonah was exhausted, and felt like mocking him back. “He’s a composer,” Jonah said. “I know who Beethoven is, you little punk,” the detective snapped.

It was impossible for her to be cunning like Alyssa! Meanwhile, at Heightsnew Villa in Belbanks, Jonah had just returned from a business trip in Yoarkley. He was having a meal with his father and Silas. He reported on the progress from his trip to Yoarkley. Winston nodded after listening. A pleased expression appeared on his stern face. His eldest son was good at everything but was too religious. No amount of power, fame, or wealth could stop him from becoming a pastor. Why was he so obsessed?

Now, I am Sasha Beck. I had walked through hell… Engraved the devil’s name on my back. Noah Beck— my husband. The twist in the game Roland hadn’t expected.

Johnny interrupted. Melinda turned her attention to him. "Why didn't your girlfriend inform me about Becky's homecoming?" "That's what I was trying to talk about. Mom, I can assure you that Steph had no idea about this. If she had, I'm sure there was no way we couldn't have found out," replied Johnny. Melinda turned her attention back to me. "Is that true?" "Yes!" I affirmed. "You see, Steph had no idea that I will touch down today. No one knows! Hey, remember I told you on the phone the other night, that I was gonna surprise you with my return? Now, I have fulfilled my promise."

So I grabbed her ass and inserted my ball into it, to my amazement, my dick went in straight and smooth, so I decided to know who did her back there. Johnson ➡Who fuck ur bottom? (who fucked your ass) BigBam ➡Na my neighbor oo. (it's my neighbor) Johnson➡Who him be? (who is he) BigBam ➡The guy na bricklayer, he name na Jonah! (the man is a bricklayer and his name is Jonah) Johnson ➡Jonah? 😀 Him do good job oo (he did a good job)

It was perfect television. What it actually was: two hours of Beck holding my waist while I stumbled around in rental skates, both of us pretending the other didn't make our skin burn. But between takes, while they were adjusting the lighting, Beck wasn't looking at me. He was looking at the other hockey players on the ice. Specifically, he was watching one in particular. Theo Mercer. Beck's best friend and teammate. The one person who was always around him, always laughing, always there. Except when Beck was on camera with me. Then Theo disappeared.

She was afraid that he was a bad person who wanted to kidnap her because of her stepfather's status as a very dangerous military chief. But Diana's wild thoughts disappeared when the man introduced himself.... "I'm Darren, that's my name." Darren? Annabelle's friend? Diana had never known. "I'm the boy who caught you crying in the restroom when your mom scolded you," he said again. Dana immediately shut her mouth. She finally remembered! Darren, the son of Alpha Adam who currently leads Pack Kyne. Diana still didn't think they would meet again. Especially after not meeting for a long time, she didn't recognize his face.

“Or something with explosions. I’m not picky.” Cal chuckles, hand automatically sliding up my bare thigh (I’m only wearing one of Jonah’s oversized shirts and literally nothing else). “You just want me hard for the whole movie.” “Guilty,” I grin, nipping his jaw. “Where’s Jonah?” “Still working.” Cal jerks his chin toward the bedroom. “Poor bastard’s got a client deadline in eight days and zero Wi-Fi. He’s handwriting notes like it’s 1997.” I snort. “He’s such a nerd.”

Slamming his dick into me as I scream of pleasure and grip the sink. I shake the thoughts away. I quickly wash up and meet up with Jonah, he’s busy conversing with other businessmen. “I’m going back to the house. I don’t feel so good.” I say, Jonah rolls his eyes at me “You’re free to go, you’ve served your purpose anyway. Use a taxi, have the driver wait for me. Make sure no one notices you.” I’m not surprised he does something like this, he’s scum anyway. He leaves and walks back into the crowd.