Jonas Knox Wikipedia Novels & Stories

Jonas Johnson walked proudly, he was happy because his plans had turned out better than he thought, especially when he saw the news on social networks and other media about the death of his daughter Lynda Johnson at the hands of Christian Goldman, there was no news about him, apparently, he shot himself, despite this the news on the subject was blocked, everything was just rumors. But he was sure of one thing, that J&L Construction would be safe now, that he would no longer have to deal with this man who had humiliated him to the point of no return.

I nodded and followed him downstairs. Jonas was sitting on the sofa with a medical kit. He smiled and waved when he saw me. "Sasha, it's been a while." "Thank you for coming, Jonas." "It's no trouble at all. Treating patients is our job. Without sick people, we'd be out of work," Jonas joked lightly. "Sasha, come here. What happened?" "Just a cut on my forehead," I said, pointing to the wound. The blood had been washed away, but the cut still looked deep.

We are frozen as a family in a state of power struggle, not one of us prepared to pack down until Knox takes a step forward…his eyes watching me with concern. “Jaxon, wolf…now!” Knox orders, stripping off his clothes before my very eyes. He moves towards the vast fields and woodlands that surround us, dropping his clothes as he moves. Surprisingly, it’s Knox that Jaxon listens to, his body turning as he also starts to remove his clothes before shifting into his black large wolf. As soon as he shifts, he drops the command, my legs falling under me as my exhausted body fails me.

Ava walked over to give Zane a hug. “W-wait, you can’t do this,” Jonas tried to object. “No one asked you,” Jax told him and pulled the knife out of his leg and handed to Zane after wiping it mostly clean on Jonas’ pants. “They will kill me,” Jonas said. He looked truly scared. Zane laughed.

“Can you make yourself visible at least? I don’t enjoy talking to nothing, it makes me feel crazy.” Movement out of the corner catches my attention and I watch as Knox emerges. It’s almost as if he’s stepping through a door I can’t see. He’s not translucent. Not glowing or hovering the way you expect a ghost to be. He just is. Tall, lean, and heartbreakingly handsome in a rugged way. His clothes are casual, black ripped jeans and a baggy black T-shirt, but they look well-worn and frayed. I have the urge to go to him, to touch him.

"We'd like to talk to you." "Here?" I said, glancing around the row of chairs in the room, the sharp smell of disinfectant lingering in the air. "Here's okay," Jasson cut in, tougher, more abrupt. His eyes swept over Knox's face, and came back to me. "Unless you're afraid to be eavesdropped.". Knox put up his hands. "Don't mind me. I'm the comic relief." He sat down on one of the waiting chairs as if preparing for a movie.