Jonah Sanderson Novels & Stories

He was a bald-headed Native American man with a scruffy beard who was just about the right size to make his nickname appropriate. He was also one of dad’s old friends, which is why they’d shared their super lame handshake when they met inside the diner. It was a little embarrassing — and June said that out loud — but I was actually glad to see dad smile the way he did when he saw Big Bear. For just a moment, he wasn’t the weary contractor he’d been back in Orange County, single father to two very willful redheaded daughters. He was just Jono — short for Jonathan — former star running-back for the Forest Hills Ravens, which I gathered from their conversation was the name for the high school f

"From what i heard he does that a lot when speaking to girls. " "Seriously Amy? You have an interaction with Jonah and you're not even excited?If i were you i would be thrilled." Dana was right, it was the first time Jonah spoke to her, so why couldn't she be more excited?Probably because she knew she had no chance with him. Jonah Parker was the captain of the soccer team, and he was one of the most popular boys, he would never notice her. Before she could answer, the door was open and a blonde girl they both knew entered with her two minions. It was Jenna Stone, the rich snobby girl that believed she was better than everyone else. Her father was a surgeon, while her mother was a former beau

After hanging up the call, she said, “Jonah’s full name is Jonah Reid. He’s the high-end designer, engineer, and scientist of our company. He’s forty-eight years old now and is the sole designer of Wyvern Peak’s latest Tempest aircraft.” “I’ve heard about Jonah. He’s the recipient of the highest award in the field of science,” said Adrian. “That’s right,” Gracia said, “Jonah went over to Yidalia for a study trip and brought back a student from there. Her name is Ginevra, and she’s twenty-four this year. She has a good knowledge of heavy metals, so I believe that we can do it if she provides us with a qualified answer.” Adrian sat and waited. Half an hour later, more than twenty people walked

I hear her say to herself as she is motivating herself not realizing the call is still going. I quickly wake my brother up and point to my phone I think he gets it and I put the call on speaker as I hear her taking deep breaths trying to calm herself down. I show my brother the number he track it while looking into whose it is. It comes back to a nineteen year old Jaymes Tevin Jones. It also shows her location out of the city in the forests. "You say Mark brother's friend?" I ask I hear a small gasp I'm sure she is shocked I'm still on the call. I signal my brother to get ready. He knows to also wake up at least a few more of my guys as I go to my room and get dressed.

"They f**king know about me! They are coming here because of me." "How sure are you about…." "I heard them. I f**king heard them! They are coming to wipe this lineage." "Oh, gods!" Selina shuddered at the bitterness in George's words. She saw the fury and hopelessness in his slate-grey eyes as she gazed at him. "What do we do?" . . . George Hanson had spent forty-six years of his existence in Sandwestmorr. Although he wasn't born in the village, it was for his ancestors and part of his inheritance.

Warrior Robbie I stand back and watch her climb up the ladder while my head feels like it's spinning. My mate is underage. A child. How the fuck is my mate a child? I'm fully aware that it happens but why me? Fuck, how old is she? Fuck, my whole world feels like it's been tipped upside down and Jonah is the quietest that he has ever been but for now, I have to push it aside. We have women to get out of here and then we need to make sure we get them and the children safely away from this hell hole.

So sure enough, I keep walking, until I’m able to peer around a corner to see what’s going on down here. I’ve ended up in some kind of basement, the space small, but it’s obvious it’s someone’s personal space, with their belongings strung about, including some articles of clothing. In the centre of the room, is Isaiah, utterly shirtless, punching a sort of makeshift contraption lined with padding, that looks an awful lot like a replica of a human body. For a moment, I’m convinced he’s dreaming. He looks beautiful, sweat glistening across his half-naked, muscles shifting magnificently with every strike he makes against the strange padded figure. His punches are aggressive also, filled with un

I don't even deserve him, how could I have been so selfish to think that everything was okay with him just because he is rich and influential. Trials and tribulations have no gender or financial status, we all get served at one point or the other, irrespective of who we are. "He is my child, and I don't want to talk about who the father is," I said keeping my eyes on the floor. I know he should know that Alex is his son, he needs no scientific experiment to see that. Unless of course, he is just going to try and act dumb, but the Damian Anderson I know is far from being dumb.

Inevitably, that sentence made Jo flinch. “What do you mean??” Jo wasn’t sure what Sarah had just said. Know Jo’s father from childhood? But there are no children other than him and Gemma in his father’s world.... Or maybe Jo didn’t know. “Girga Jonah often visited our residence. He is the one who gives us motivation, support, training, so that we can become Archturians.” “Enough, Sarah.” Nero, still in his haughty and stiff posture, told Sarah to keep her mouth shut. But Sarah wouldn’t stop.

“She’s even hotter now than she was in high school.” I raised my eyebrows at him, not sure what to say. “I’m surprised you got back here so quickly after the game,” was all I could think of. “Oh, well, I needed to get here before the crowd,” he shrugged. “Brandon, right?” he asked, offering one of his meaty hands in my date’s direction. “The other guys were just telling me about you. You’re Dr. Sanderson’s son?” “I am,” he nodded, shaking Holt’s hand. Holt is about six-two and probably weighs almost three hundred pounds. I knew Brandon could flip him over his shoulder without breaking a sweat if he wanted to.