Jonah Beck Novels & Stories

Johnson POV — Puffin out the blunt I smoked in, I relaxed down on my bench. Yeah I decided to take myself out to a beach today, I've been stressing quite a lot about the stolen goods that I could feel the migraine draining me up. I already told Bevlok to go and make more researches, most of my boys are monitoring Jonah. I just don't trust him, he has been exceptionally sneaky these days and it's alarming seriously. When the security camera was checked Bevlok told me some files were lost, files don't just get lost or get deleted.

I lift my chin and stride ahead of him toward the receiving room doors. I skid to a stop when I see Jonah is already inside. He’s not dressed to meet royalty. He’s barely dressed to go grocery shopping without getting arrested for public intoxication. Ripped jeans, a wrinkled, over-washed gray t-shirt with a long drip of what looks suspiciously like ketchup down the front, and sunglasses inexplicably on the back of his head all combine into an ensemble that answers any questions I might have had about his daytime life. And raised other questions I wish I didn’t have.“Nice place,” he says, pointed to the frescoed ceiling. “Now, I feel like kind of a dick for not springing for a hotel room, at

Jonah said, shaking his head. “Jonah I have a plan, this is all going to be over with soon and Rolwing and his thugs will be gone.” Jack said confidently. “Ugh, fine Jack, I hope they kill me first so I don't have to watch you die.” Jonah grumbled coming to his side and leaning up against the rail next to him. “No ones dying Jonah.” Jack said, nudging him. “Aye so what's the plan captain.” Jonah groaned. “To the bearded lady.” Jack smirked, waiting for his friend's reaction.

“Great. Well I’m back now.” “You okay? You look, different. I mean you look great, like you’re so much more alive than I’ve ever seen you,” Noah breathes, as if he is stuck in a trance. Ironic, since I’ve died and come back, but he’s not about to find that out any time soon. Well, at least not in front of his assistant. “Truly…Your skin,” I hear Gia say from behind me. “Noah, did I lose my job? I swear I can explain everything. Like, I’m back now and not going anywhere,” I tell him, hoping he can hear the desperation in my pleading tone.

Annoyed, I immediately picked up without looking at the caller's name. "[M-Master, this is Jonah...]" I frowned when I heard Jonah's voice which sounded scared. Did something bad happen to Jeanne? — I suddenly overthink. "[I-I'm sorry, it's about ma'am]," Jonah said again, "[She met a guy at the bar in the hotel and I can't stop her]." I immediately clenched one of my hands into a fist and tightened my grip on my phone. "Who?" I asked. "[I-I'm not sure, but he seems to be the only son of the Dawn family...]"

I voiced out, checking their facial expressions. “We are not fighters, Boss. We might kill a rabbit or a boar from time to time to feed ourselves, but that’s it, we don't carry any weapons.” Jonah answered quickly. “I am sure the Gods will keep us protected and guide us to safety,” he added, looking towards the sky. This man was something, I couldn’t believe my ears, traveling around the country without protection with women and children, but the look on his face was genuine. Either he was a really good liar or a very stupid person.

~That goddamn smile.~ Upon reaching home, without waiting for anyone else Zion walked towards his bedroom and Angela could only sigh. They had dinner on the flight so they were not hungry. Zion took a shower and let his body fall on the bed. It's been months since he is finally using his bedroom. He is already insomniac and in Korea due to the change in the place, most of his nights were spent sleepless. Hannah had a coffee with Mr. And Mrs. Black and chatted about her plans next. "So, in what course you are deciding to take admission?" Mr. Black was curious.

“Uncle Jon, you have to make Jenny happy again, okay?” He smiled softly at her as he nodded. “I’ll do my best. I promise.” “Okay,” Becky replied as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. Rip picked her up as Jon stood up. As we walked Jon to the door, Rip took my hand, linking our fingers together while Becky chatted dreamily about what she hoped her room looked like. Damn! It looked like I was going to have my own little precious angel to console. After saying goodnight to Jon, Rip bounced Becky on his hip.

Lucky you had great taste and picked me, or you'd have to swap him out halfway, too. Bella snorted. "A beggar acting like he's still the Spencer family's golden boy. That's just laughable." Natalie pressed, "Do you know why he ended up here?" Jonah was dressed in a shirt with a deep-V neckline that extended all the way to his abs, revealing his smooth skin and lean muscles underneath. Clearly, this job came with its ruthless competition.

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.