Jonathan Byers Novels & Stories

JONATHAN “Jonathan?” She exclaimed, startled. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Fortner.” I greeted. “Why are you here?” She asked me, intrigued. What should I explain to you now? ~~~ I’m Jonathan Knight. Age? Let’s just say I’m still young. I’m a business partner to Mr. David Nathaniel Fortner. It’s been more than ten years since I started working under his wing. I kinda inherited my father’s position after he decided to retire.

“I’m still here. Thank you for doing this for us, Kierra. I’m sorry the kids are sick.” “If you really want to apologize, then you’ll give me the 411 on Jonathan’s parents.” “Oh? You’re meeting the Bakers…interesting.” “I called for reassurance, but you’re not helping.” “Sorry. Those weren’t my intentions. I’m gonna be straight with you, Kierra. Jonathan is a spoiled brat, no matter what he tells you. Mr. Baker is a hard ass, but Jonathan wouldn’t be as driven if it weren’t for his father pushing him.”

Nathan: “Any news from Donatello?” I asked Carter who shook his head. We had our men roaming around, searching for news about the Italian; however, the man seemed to have disappeared, like literally, no news of him was found anywhere. “Not at all, some say that he went back to Italy, but we haven’t found any records of him going to the airport, and his planes are all here. He’s probably at his mansion, or having something new for his new businesses” I nodded, chewing the inside of my mouth before dismissing Carter. I still had four meetings to go today, and knowing that one of my main investors and allies wouldn’t be there was a problem that I didn’t want to think of dealing with. The idea o

Jonathan sighed annoyed. "Duke you suck up",Jonathan sighed as he glared at his beta. "thanks Duke I appreciate the flowers and I appreciate you catching me",I didn't look at Jonathan. He is a complete asshole and I feel anger fill me. "go Duke I need to talk to my mate",Jonathan orders.

Liam tried to keep the snark out of his voice, but he wasn’t sure he managed it. “Darius Carathurs,” Jonathon continued, apparently not hearing Liam’s attitude or choosing not to. “He could potentially be a problem for you.”

It was also the number my lawyer still used to contact me from the States, so it worked out. “Hello?” I asked, wondering who would have been calling. “Is this Nathaniel?” I heard an older man ask. “Yes, this is he? May I ask who this is?” “Nathaniel, this is Tim. I know I sound old, but, well, I am old. I’m 78 years old.” “Tim? Why on earth are you calling me?” “I’m calling because, well, I’m dying, Nathaniel. I can feel it. I can feel my body shutting down.”

"Want me to bring you some soup for you. I can do that before going off to work." Bobby is a banker, and works in the city micro finance bank, while Jonathan is a Literature professor in the city's university. "Yes please," my voice sounded even more child like making Bobby to chuckle. "Will be there in twenty minutes." Bobby's apartment is not that far from mine, but Jonathan lives a little far from the both of us. "Love you, I said into the phone. Love you too and I will be there soon," Bobby replied and ended the call.

Maxwell added loudly. “No, no, that is not possible! She can’t be married!” Jonathan hollered and snatched the phone from his mother again. The headline went thus; “The first son of the Byers family, Lorenzo is now with a wife, Leilani Wheeler.” Joined with a picture taken at a restaurant, and then a registry, Jonathan shook his head in disbelief still. “I mean… did we not just part like… two days ago?!” He stuttered, asking no one in particular.

And how can they not? Trisha sees how much Jonathan cares for his fans, he is the most loveable artist. The first sight of her soon to be husband banishes when she meets him for the first time. She is by means ugly or decrepit, but he is something like a decade her senior and possibly the most dour-looking soul she has ever laid eyes on. In a handsome suit, Jonathan, the son of Jason's boss looks as though he is here for his funeral, or possibly someone else's. Someone he doesn't greatly regret the passing of, in fact.