Jonathan Clayton Novels & Stories

Wren told him, “Clayton, you need to stop talking.” “And if I don’t, what are you going to do? As I told you earlier, I can give one order and have you and that kid dead within minutes,” Clayton said to Wren before turning his gaze back to Lindsay. “You, my lovely, should talk to me if you want to keep Agent Gold and your son both alive.”

I pulled my phone out and called my father. I explained everything from the night before right up until now. I told him about Gideon being requested. I walked away from Jack and Amelia and told him about the connection I was feeling, and he told me not to worry. He would contact Evelyn and offer the full support of Carter and Sons. I thanked him and closed off the call before turning back to face Amelia and Jack. “Carter and Sons are offering their full support to the ADA and will back the case.”

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.

Clif muttered, his heart racing. Before long, Zayden came back out of his room, and that was Clif's chance to escape. "Damn, how could I do such a difficult thing?" he muttered. *** Zayden walked over to Jonathan, who was sitting in the corner of a damp and dark dungeon cell. Jonathan's face was pale and tired; there was no hope left in his eyes. However, Zayden comes up with an offer that Jonathan can't refuse. "Listen, Jonathan. I've got something for you," Zayden said as he pulled out his phone and played the footage of Taylor meeting Jonathan some time ago.

I wondered if he was finished with me. But then I thought of his clothes still hanging in the Ryder Penthouse. I checked my messages constantly, hoping for a spark from him, but there was nothing. No texts, no calls. If it weren't for the scent of cedar and spice lingering on the shirts in my closet, I would have thought the last few weeks were a fever dream. In the midst of my growing panic, Mason Clark appeared. I had just said goodbye to Sally at the transport hub when a neon-yellow convertible roared to a halt. Mason stepped out, adjusting his designer shades and checking his Patek Philippe. His purple suit was loud enough to wake the dead.

"Yes, Miss Bennett. Go ahead." Claire laughed inwardly. He wants me to use his first name, and yet he still calls me "Miss Bennett." Isn't that a little hypocritical? Whatever. Not worth the argument right now. Claire laid out exactly what she needed help with. Jonathan: "Give me your email username and password." I'll have an answer for you within two days, at the latest. Claire's eyes lit up. "Okay." Jonathan suddenly braced one hand against the seat and leaned his weight halfway toward her.

Last night was long and torturous. The end of my life kept playing over in my mind in agonizing circles, and no matter which way I looked at it, they all came to the same conclusion…it is over. What was Clayton Jackson has now met a certain fate. The man behind the Marine, the father, the husband…he has come in from the long haul, and his life will from here on not exist.

Langston commented gently. Clayton sat on the stool in front of his father and nodded, seriously. “There’s no one else that I want to be with, dad,” he replied calmly. He run a hand through his hair. “You should have seen me became livid when I saw Jacob running to the front of his house, carrying her without any shirt on while she was in her active wear.”

Si, Artie and Clive come to see mum when they can, Artie more than others because Si is always in Beta training and never gets away that much. Leah was now 19 and had dad's muddy brown hair. Her eyes were a murky grey colour and although her skin is pretty and flawless like mum's, her body and blood weren't compatible with breeder standards. She is a bit bigger than me and she doesn't have the nicest hair. She is pretty by normal standards, but not breeder standards.

he sighed. “Me too,” I said with teary eyes. “We need to get moving,” Claude said regretfully. “Dad, this is my mate Clayton Kensington. Clay, this is my adoptive father General Hugh Montgomery,” I introduced. “It’s an honour to meet you Sir,” Clayton said respectfully. My dad raised an intimidating eyebrow. “Likewise son. I hope you’ve been taking care of my daughter.” “Uh, for the most part Sir,” Clayton admitted nervously. Something told me that my dad was already aware of just what Clayton meant by that.