Jonah Simms Novels & Stories

Jonah, who was on the other side of the field talking to some other guys, picked up on my words through the mind link. He whipped his head around, his face twisted in anger. “What? That fucker!” He yelled though the link but quickly stopped when the coach’s eyes flicked over to him. Jonah forced a smile, nodding along to whatever the couch was saying, pretending to pay attention before jogging over to join us.

Aaron said in his most approachable and friendly tone. The dark-haired driver smiled at the “mover” and answered in an overly sweet voice, “I’m sorry, but I was a bit late picking up my kids. I’m Jonah Stafford by the way. Looks like they’ve already left to go to the new house. They are moving, right?”

I had truly been a fool back then. I knocked on the door a few times. The door was answered by her best friend, Isabella Hart. Isabella called out into the apartment. "Vicky, your simp is here." All of Victoria's friends knew I was her simp, and I had gotten used to being called that.

All of this is a whole different kind of strange to me, but I am so focused on trying to get Gabe to come back to reality that I don't really think much about it. "Sir, shouldn't we be taking him to a hospital?" I ask the man who is currently testing the limits of exactly what my car can do. I am still forcing my concoction down Gabe's throat and the man looks at me in the rear view mirror. "Trust me sweet heart. Where we are taking him is the best place for him." his worried eyes seem to be pleading with me to not ask any more questions. "I'm Hannah, by the way." I tell him. It's a heck of a time for introductions, but why not. "Joe" he replies with a nod in my direction.

He kept looking at his watch, annoyed until he us. I took that as my cue to leave the car and walk to him. He eyes me up and down and licked his lips before offereing his hand. I put my hand in his and he brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. He then smiled at me, showcasing his yellowing teeth. “When they said my date was beautiful, I didn’t imagine she was this pretty. You are very gorgeous.” “Thank you, sir.” “Call me Alonzo. The girls also call me daddy.” He remarked with an ugly laugh that turned into a heavy cough. I looked away in fear that some of his saliva would fall on my face.

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.

But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4) Emily Warner 5) Danika Williams Danika Williams Everyone in the room stared at me as I smashed the third glass on the ground in anger. I hadn’t had proper food for 2 days. My mom, who was a former Miss Universe, controlled my life since I was a child. Nine years ago, when I was only 18 years old, she wanted me to be Miss Universe too but I was the runner up, which angered my mom, so much so that she didn’t let me eat for 5 days as a punishment.

Simon began to threaten but Lana hung up before he could finish. “Hello? Hello!” Simon frowned, he was worried and wanted to call Alvira, he wanted to tell her not to go anywhere near Lana but he knew she wouldn’t pick up. While he was worrying, Nick came in with an equally troubled expression on his face. “Sir, you are awake. There is bad news.” He told Simon who was still staring at his phone, obviously not interested in the news, whatever it may be. “What is it?” “Mr. Joshua escaped prison this afternoon.”

Without a word, he walked straight to my side. Dressed in a perfectly tailored dark suit, the sharp lines accentuated his broad shoulders and lean waist. Noah looked down at Simon with an air of quiet authority, his voice low and icy. "Just because you have some money in your pocket and a bit of fame, you think that gives you the right to trample on other people’s dignity? "Mr. Jones, do you really think acting like this makes you impressive?" Simon swept his gaze over Noah from head to toe, his eyes filled with nothing but mockery and disdain.

Then his gaze slid to Johnson. “And who’s the minion?” Johnson blinked. “Minion?” He smiled easily and stepped forward. “I’m Johnson. A very good friend of your brother.” He stretched out his hand. Simon ignored it completely. Johnson stared at his hanging hand for a beat, then nodded. “Right. Maybe not.” He used his other hand to shake it himself. “Nice meeting me.” Damon laughed. “I heard you’re rebelling because of a girl,” Damon continued smoothly. “I must say—I’m proud.”