Jonah Sanderson Novels & Stories

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. Let me help you, Sir." Noah was surprised to see the person's face. He's a bit like his father. "Oh, wait, Kid ... your face looks familiar." The man said with shock. "Your face looks similar to my father too, Sir." Noah looked at the face of the man in front of him. "Are you a Retter's son?" Noah rolled his eyes in surprise. How did he know? "Em, yes I am. How do you know, Sir?" Noah asked curiously.

Only, they always remained out of reach. I will not remain out of Ethan’s reach. My gaze flits back to Blake. “Can he be cured?” “There’s only one person in the Northlands who knows the antidote,” says Blake. “You?” His lips curve into a smile. He goes back to the workstation and starts mixing something in a beaker. “Keep pressure on the wound,” he tells Ethan. When Blake returns, he tips back John’s head and pours the liquid into his mouth. John chokes. I step closer, peering over Becky’s head. “That’s the antidote?”

- Não foi Bruno quem me disse para te procurar, foi a minha mãe e graças ao Sander. - O que estás a dizer? – perguntou meu pai. - Sander é especial, ele consegue tocar o interior das pessoas, consegue ver os nossos segredos mais profundos – respondi. - Tens a noção de que estás a falar de um menino psicopata, que atentou contra a vida de várias pessoas inclusive dos próprios pais, e que cometeu vários crimes? Ele é um assassino a sangue-frio, ele podia ter-te matado, sabias disso? – perguntou meu pai.

Jonah yelled, stepping out of the first mate cabin. Patrick tensed up hearing his voice and turned to see why the hell he was interrupting them. Jonah stormed over to them a journal tucked under his arm. Ariadne looked confused to Jonah. As he approached. “Jonah explained.” She said becoming now annoyed with the fact she was steering and couldn't give her full attention to anything. “Do you know who he is?” Jonah said angrily. Ariadne sighed he must have overheard their conversation. “ Aye he’s Ed Smith’s son. Our competition and lovely enemy. I know this already Jonah.”

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.

“Mind your tone.” He turned to her. “No. I have a right to be upset. Everything I thought I knew—everything—was fake?” Dominic spoke again, quieter. “Nothing was fake. Your life here is real. Your memories here matter. But there’s more. And I want to give that to you. If you’ll let me.” Jonah stared at him for a long time. Then he turned to Mama Sade. “I need air,” he said. He walked out, slamming the door behind him.

He wouldn’t let it. He returned to the ocean again that evening, hoping for a sign. The sky was a heavy gray as the waves continued to crash against the northern shore. Alexandro stood silent, his jaw clenched as he surveyed the vast horizon. The cold wind whipped his cloak around him, but he hardly noticed. Behind him, Jacob and Edward paced restlessly, their expressions filled with concern and frustration. The breeze whispered through the pines behind him, and the stars blinked high above. And still… nothing. But deep within his soul, his wolf stirred. Serena was alive.

Did he really just say that Hana was pregnant with Vince’s child? "Did you just say Hana is pregnant?" "That’s right." Uncle Clinton confirmed. "How else would she be able to stand anywhere near Vince given the difference in their standings?" he huffed in annoyance. "Speaking of differences, who is this woman that is with you? I don’t remember seeing her before." "She," I announced, trying to keep my anger in check over the way Uncle Clinton had just addressed Lennox, "is my future luna." At my words, Uncle Clinton’s eyes immediately shot to Lennox’s neck, taking in the fresh mark that sat there.

Jonah said this as he sat down on a nearby couch, his demeanor resembling that of a disgusting middle-aged man, making one feel repulsed. "Don’t worry. I’m the CEO of Star Entertainment’s branch now, and I’m also a shareholder. I won’t just take over your shares." Ha, this was probably the funniest thing Hazel had ever heard. She got up and walked over to the single couch beside Jonah, sitting down with a smile, staring at him. "You do have a point, Uncle. But I’m a little confused. I was at your house just yesterday, and now you're coming here to say all this to me?"

I was now entirely at Jonah’s mercy. Jonah's face underwent a startling transformation. Fur sprouted along his cheeks and extended down his chin, while his teeth elongated, pushing through his gums and drooling with a grotesque slaver. His muscles bulged and expanded, causing his shirt to rip apart and fall to the ground. A menacing growl echoed through the room, reverberating off the walls. His eyes, a clear, icy blue, glared at me with a terrifying intensity. Overwhelmed by a rush of emotions, I realized I’d had different expectations of him. Jonah’s anger was palpable.