Jonas Taylor Novels & Stories

He said, his voice heavy. "I'm not sure what you mean," I said, begging him to elaborate. He stood, walking a few paces so that all I saw was the back of his head and his tired, dropping shoulders. Jonas looked back at me, his eyes pleading, “I’m sorry to have burdened you with this,” he said, before turning and descending the bleachers, running into the night faster than I’d have been able to catch up.

Wow, I didn’t know Jonas hired crybabies to guard his territory. With trembling hands, they open the door for me and I am greeted by a slightly exasperated Jonas in a fluffy white bathrobe. His hairy chest is peppered with confetti and he’s got nothing but his birthday suit on underneath. A naked brunette stands behind him nibbling his earlobe. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that she’s high on crack.

So, the camera instantly flashed by, making Keegan feel even angrier! Jonas, who was aside, grinned stupidly and smiled brightly as he said, “Hello, everyone. I’m Clara’s third brother, Jonas Lang.” The comments popped up again, and many fans who knew the inside story said, ‘I heard that Jonas really dotes on his younger sister. He treats Clara very well, and he is one of us for sure!’ ‘He is rather good-looking too! He is totally my type! He is the type of man who is warm, friendly, caring, and positive!’

“I know you think you’re protecting him. But Ivy… look at yourself. You’re shaking. You’re crying every night. You’re jumping at every knock. Cassian came here. He got inside your room. He got inside you again. And you’re still thinking about him. Still feeling him. Still hurting because of him. If you stay here alone, he’ll keep coming back. He’ll keep pulling you into that black hole. And one day you might not climb out.” Jonas kept going. “Noah already knows everything. The videos. Cassian. The way you left. The way you’re hurting. And he’s not running. He’s not judging. He’s waiting. Not because he has no choice. Not because he pities you. Because he loves you. The real you. The messy yo

He always wants to give warmth to his lover. But Mila suddenly withdrew her hand and pretended to take orange juice. "I'm fine. Now tell me what the good news is." Jonas smiled broadly. “Mr. rector just told me that I got a scholarship in Germany. I will undergo formal training and education to become a specialist in Germany.” “Wow.. that's great news. Congratulations to you, Jo. I'm glad you can finally make your dream come true." Mila's face did not show joy at all. And Jonas could detect it. He smiled bitterly and intertwined her fingers on the table, studying Mila's face closely.

he nodded with a smile. Jonas Tay was the governor's son. A notorious famous man in the social class.No woman had ignored him nor turned a blind eye to his looks but this pretty woman just did what no one had ever done before." I think I have another reason to visit Maxwell" he giggled for his driver to glare at him curiously" Mr. Tay, do you want me to find out information about her?"Jonas shook his head with a smirk lingering around his lips. Why would he go through all that trouble? Maxwell would be a great help since she works in his company.

Done. The door opened without a knock. Jonas stood in the doorway, his frame blocking the light from the bedroom. He was dressed in black—slacks, a button-down with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, the fabric crisp even in the humid air. His hair was damp and combed back, not a strand out of place. His eyes were the same pale gray as the tiles beneath my feet, cold and unreadable. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. I straightened, my fingers curling around the edge of the sink. "I thought—"

Jacob’s POV The girl’s name is Calista Caitlynn, a nineteen year old omega. She speaks to me with enough wisdom and intelligence that not all women have, by her looks and her figure I even thought I could marry my son to her instead, only that she lacks the name for it. I could still picture how she gasped for air the moment I touched her, it felt like she wanted me to do more of that. She’s perfect as a whore, to be honest, but she’s even more perfect to serve.

“Sir, I beg you to trust me. I do not work for Mr. Andreas at all. You must know that, right? I have always been loyal to you. I swear it, sir.” Jonas bowed his head. He stared at Alex with a cynical and frightening look. His jaw hardened as if unaffected by Alex's explanation. “Really, sir. I'm telling the truth. I dare to swear. Everything I do is only for you. All the chaos that has happened is definitely not my doing. Sir, you must believe me. What I am saying...” Jonas' eyes darkened. He could no longer control himself, and his foot moved. A quick kick was all it took, and Alex was sprawled on the floor a moment later.

“I’m sorry, Tawnie. I didn’t want to tell you. I was hoping that you would realize it yourself. I hate being the one to have to hurt you.” “I know, Osirus. It’s okay. I appreciate you telling me.” He squeezed me before letting me go. “Come on. Let’s get started. I know today is your favorite day. You always loved seeing everyone’s abilities. It always makes you happy.” “Yeah,” I agreed sadly as emotions coursed through my body. “Let’s go.” We walked out of the cabin, and I couldn’t help but notice that Jonas came from the woods a few minutes later, sauntering up to me with a smile on his face.