Jonathan Brandis Last Words Novels & Stories

The overlapping chatter sounded like a restless pack arguing over wounded prey. “Quiet!” A loud thud echoed through the line, silencing everyone instantly. My brows twitched. I had never heard Jonathan like this before. His voice was cold and absolute, his alpha aura flaring, “Sorry,” he said to me next, his voice lowering, restraint sliding back into place. I nodded instinctively, even though he couldn’t see me. “It’s fine.” “If Celestyr Brand can’t survive this kind of pressure,” Jonathan continued firmly, “then it’s not a brand worth keeping.”

I said and Jonathan’s grip on me tightened as he pressed another kiss to my temple. “Let’s have Masoma come and check on you” he said and I watched as he left the bed and approached the door. “Send for Masoma, she’s awake” he said before walking back towards me on the back, intertwining our fingers once again. “I thought I was going to die” I told him and Jonathan pursed his lips. “He didn’t survive did he?” I asked and Jonathan shook his head.

"Shirley, I know I was wrong. All these years, I've regretted every day. I've done so much for you—" "Shut up!" I didn't want to hear another word from him. Conrad's eyes grew darker. Then, he smiled again. "2:00 AM. Were you waiting for this moment?" 2:00 AM, the time the coroner had declared Jonathan's death in my previous life. "Shirley, do you think that since the Harmons aren't backing me, you can win with a disabled Horace by your side? I'll show you who's winning and who's losing today!"

Jake heard the strangled snarl and a sudden pop of what sounded like firecrackers just as the line died. Jake realized with a cold chill that it had not been fireworks at all. It had been a firearm. Brian had killed himself reciting the Lord’s prayer hoping that would save him. Jake tossed the phone down and rubbed the bridge of his nose. There was no way to know if it had worked for Brian, and no way to know when they would come for him.

Brody argued. He was so fixed on Sarah that he no longer noticed Enzo who was still approaching him cautiously like he was a wild beast. Technically he was. She finally looked at Brody. “I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you…” she whispered. “But it’s true. I don’t have much longer to live. Unless my father can find a cure.” “I have the best doctors doing what they can,” Jonathan stated simply. “I’m not going to let her die.” “I’m surprised you didn’t tell me about this, Alpha,” my father said, narrowing his eyes at Jonathan. “You’d think the leader of the Alpha committee would know such a detail.”

“But what now? What’s our next move?” Francesco exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face, the weight of what he was about to say pressing down on him. “I shouldn’t be the one to tell you this, but…” “But what?” Brinda demanded, shifting toward him, her body rigid with anticipation. His jaw tensed. His lips parted, but the words felt heavy. He narrowed his eyes, watching her closely before finally saying, “Marshall is dead.” Brinda froze. The walls seemed to inch closer, suffocating her. A strange ringing filled her ears as her mind struggled to process his words. Her throat went dry, her pulse erratic.

You played your last card and lost. Brandt glared at them, his own eyes aflame with a hatred so pure it seemed to suck the light out of the air. He pointed a trembling finger at Brian. "This isn't over. You're still a cursed man, Joe Brian. You leave ruin in your wake. He's next." His finger glanced around Davidson. "You mark my words. He's next." The elevator doors slid open. Two of Brian's husky silent security details stood there. See Mr. Brandt out," Brian instructed them, walking away from him. "Turn him in to the police."

He says pointing over to the table beside the bed, I didn’t want him to strain himself by reaching too far so I walk over. I take the papers and hand them to him with a smile, he takes them and quickly skims through. After a few seconds, he stops on a certain page while handing me the paper. I take a look down to a very professional looking document, which meant I didn’t know where to look. “The last person to visit Justin was a man called Jonathan Conrad.” He says having to spoon food me the information, but that name alone rings a bell in my head. “I know that name.” I say looking up at the ceiling trying to rack my brain, I remember people talking about a Jonathan and I think I even saw h

Chardon said casually, “I think Mr. Jothurn may be investigating relevant clues, so the British Lord will definitely understand if he is late if something really important is involved.” Ruby remained silent and did not seem to pay any attention to Brody at all. The British Lord logged in a minute later. When the three people saw the notification, they immediately said respectfully, “Welcome, British Lord!” The British Lord’s deep voice sounded as he said, “Everyone, I asked you to connect to the communication software urgently because I have a message for all of you.” The three of them said respectfully, “We are all ears!” The British Lord said coldly, “Less than an hour ago, I received news

Jess appeared next to Jonathan; all of them had the same look of grief as they stared at the dirt mound. Their group no longer felt complete without Anderson. They stayed silent for a long while; quietly mourning for their fallen friend. A brave man who risked his life to help a friend. One by one, each began walking away. Jonathan was the last to walk. With a final look at the grave, Jonathan spoke in a soft tone that only Anderson would be able to hear. “Goodbye friend.”