Jonah Sanderson Novels & Stories

"Dressed like this for me. Begging for it. She was. And she hated it. Her knees felt weak. Then his hand slid to the back of her neck, warm and firm, and he tilting her head towards his belt. His other hand moved toward his zipper, slow, taunting. “On your knees,” he ordered. For one terrifying second, she almost did it. Her body wanted to obey. The mate bond was a chain, and he was pulling it tight. And then reality slammed back into her. This was Jon. Sullivan’s son. The enemy. The man whose side was killing her friends, whose father wanted Noah and Emma dead.

I had faith that Dane could and would. The man chuckled once more and remarked, “If you believe so.” He shook his head while still laughing and added, “He was unable to rescue Selena. How will he save you?” Then he slapped my ass. I let out a yelp, and fury burned through me. He was the one who killed Dane’s mate. “You bastard!” I sent a blow on the side of his head with all my strength, causing us to lose our balance and fall onto the cold forest floor.

"Ah. Are you... Jonah's senior from college?" A polite, refined smile stretched across his mouth. "A very accurate deduction. Yes, I am Brent Madison. It is a pleasure to finally meet you in person." Oh, wow. I quickly clamped a hand over my mouth to stop my jaw from dropping. No wonder. No wonder Jonah had been hopelessly hung up on this guy for years. He was physically flawless, exuded an aura of total competence, and possessed a voice with a soothing frequency that could disarm just about anyone.

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?”

Tina was naturally aware that they would never believe that she knew Samuel, and hence explained, “Not him—it’s Sandy Shaw, his assistant.” And with those words, Jonah totally believed her. After all, if it was not someone as high-ranked as Samuel’s very own assistant, how could she get help and make her escape repeatedly?! “Can you really get a million dollars?” he asked. “Yes!” Tina nodded repeatedly. “You could send someone to follow me—you can just take me back if I was lying.” “Fine.” Jonah promptly agreed to it. Beside him, both Ellen and Pearl were seething, but they also knew Jonah’s temper and hence remained quiet.

"Jonah, Michael, age 43, height 5'9", hair brunette, eyes green. CEO to Algam Industries Co. Pioneer to genetic modification technology. This dude here is your classic evil villain. He's got a lot of influence on our world and a lot of money to put us all in the ground. It's like if Tony Stark and Wilson Fisk had a baby. That's this guy." Jon arched an eyebrow at Richard. "Did you just do a Marvel comparison?" Richard grinned. "I'm not sorry." Elaine tried not to chuckle. "Boys, focus. How do we get evidence linking him to the W Series?" Richard chuckled nervously. "That's the million dollar question, isn't it? I couldn't tell you. His record is suspiciously clean. Not even a DWI as a teenag

Annalise is 21 and in college with her two best friends and her sister. She is starting her last year off on a good start. She is one grade ahead of her average age. She is studying art and wants to be the best she can be. She is assigned a partner for her last big assignment, Theo Hyde. He is the guy she has had a crush on for years, but he is also her best friend's ex-boyfriend. She tries to focus on the project, but her feelings keep getting in the way.

Julian Sanderson — 29years old and monstrous. A fifth generation doctor and only son to the Sanderson family, with three crazy sisters. Talia didn't want to be here, but what choice did she have? She was paying back her family's kindness for adopting her sorry ass — their scapegoat. She couldn't see the plate from where she stood, but she had her wristwatch on. She'd mastered counting and working with time in this family. Everyone had a way and time of doing anything, and not once has Julian Sanderson been at the table for more than three minutes.

"Actors are filth. Does he have a history of scandals?" Jonah hesitated. "Actually... no. He’s remarkably clean. He’s known for being a recluse when he isn't on set. His first 'scandal' was the design competition with Sierra, and even then, he ensured the media suppressed her identity to protect her privacy." Cameron’s eyes flashed with annoyance. "Are you on his payroll now, Jonah? Why are you defending him?" "I am simply reporting the facts, Alpha." "Is there anything else?" "Rumors say he purchased the new estate Sierra is living in."

The Alpha smiled as he stood up from his seat walking slowly towards me. "I..." I shuttered not knowing what to say seeing the Alpha walk towards me. "Evelyn, no need to bother about formalities, just call me Ethan." The Alpha smiled immediately when he got to me. "I...." I shuttered feeling rather confused wondering why the Alpha was acting rather strangely. Did he fall in love with me at first sight or what the hell was happening?