Jonah Sanderson Novels & Stories

- 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.

Upon hearing this, Jean quickly explained to Frederick in a flustered manner, "Frederick, don't listen to Mr. Sanders. He's old and his mind isn't as sharp." She then stomped her foot, placed her hands on her hips, and said shyly to Jonah, "Mr. Sanders, why are you talking nonsense? I don't have a husband." "My boyfriend might get the wrong idea if you talk like that!" Jonah said with a serious expression, "Ms. Hemsworth, I'm not making things up."

His name was Jonah Hosking, Josephine's husband, a notable figure in the north with a sizable company backing him. "Amber? Did you get lost on your way to buy a snack?" Alexander's voice cut through the tension as he arrived, taking in the scene. He had a good idea of what had transpired.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table. He pace about for more than five minutes before he finally walk towards the chair he sat on earlier and lowered himself unto it frustratedly. " We can't do this without Maximo Santino's help. He is the right man for the job " " Do you think he would agree on it? " Santana asked with his face twitched in confusion. " I can't be sure. I have never meet this man in person. All I Heard about him was that he is as handsome as he is sadistic and he is on his way here as we speak " Mattia responded stunning his two colleagues again.

She was Lysandra's personal maid and though I wanted to fire her at first, I did not have a reason to do so. She was sent to the office to work here rather than the park house, but after I started working here, I did not realize how deeply Sandra has threaded within the pack and outside when it came to Damon’s life. But I also knew that I should have expected it. She's been his lover for years. “Have I?” I asked, my voice softer than I intended. She nodded. “Since the other day… after the announcement. I figured you’d be happy. Most of us wondered why you've been quiet, but I figured that you might have something on your mind.”

"There is someone who helps me. He is Mr. Fernandes." Diana followed where George pointed, and it turned out to be directed at the man currently driving their ship. "Thank you Mr. Fernandes for your help," George said earnestly. Fernandes, the man who also knew the murderer of Alpha Stevan's father, bowed respectfully when he saw Diana. All the information George had gotten, including everything about Pack Delonix, had come from that man. He was a former Pack Delonix member who had escaped on the day Alpha Stevan's father was shot. He was the only witness who clearly saw the incident.

“He doesn’t even look at me anymore. Not once. Not since her. I am trying to get his attention, but nothing seems to be working. He doesn’t even answer my calls. And that says a lot about Nolan.” Elijah exhaled a long line of smoke, his voice smooth. “You expected him to ignore his Luna forever? Did you really believe that a beauty like her can be ignored. Don’t get me wrong, but living in the same house with her, seeing her beauty, and getting to know her… it would have been hard on any man.”

His focus on the flames as they crackled and waved. “The Luna has arrived,” Odis announced. The young man turned around has dark skin and his black hair is puffy and wild. A firm strong jawline, thin lips, and sharp prominent nose. The most surprising thing is his eyes, brown eyes with a white cloud over them. The doctor is blind. “Good afternoon, Luna. My name is James Sylvester. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you,” the doctor said. “A pleasure to meet you. You seem quite…”

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”