Jonathan Clayton Novels & Stories

My cousin, Clayton, has the most angelic and holy-looking beauty among us healers, but he is such a scary person. He has the most intimidating aura, well suited as the leader of the Arco clan, but he's also pathetic as hell. Only a few know that Clayton is just on the palm of Levitra. I despised how he could be easily controlled by Levitra. He's the leader of the healers, yet he's a coward when it comes to my villainous b*tch mother. So the reason he's here might be because he's acting like a dog for Levitra.

Genji said as he pulled out his holo phone. “DON'T YOU DARE SEND IT TO MAIKA AND GET ME OUT OF HERE NOW!” Clayton shouted. Genji and Willow rolled their eyes as they laughed at the sergeant as they tried to pull him out by grabbing his center and groin plate. “I will hand it to you Clay despite Esmeralda blowing up. I am more impressed that you didn’t get torn in half by that explosion.” “Well Bossman I am awesome and I got plot armor!” Clayton bragged. “I would not count on it, you are merely a lucky mortal.” The Demon grunted.

“You always do this—act like your way is the only—” Clayton’s phone rang, cutting him off. Everything stilled. Clayton exhaled sharply and pulled his buzzing phone from his pocket. He glanced between us, smirking. "Give me a moment. It’s Dad." Clayton picked up the call. He listened in silence, then muttered, "Okay... Yes... On our way." His tone was unreadable. Cold. Calculated. “I’ll let him know.” And with that, he hung up. At that exact moment, the front door swung open.

"After all, the Claytons and Suttons aren't really related." Jasper immediately shut his mouth. Only God knew how much effort his family had put into building ties with the Claytons. If he messed it up, his father would probably skin him alive. I followed Jonathan into his car. As we drove off, I looked back. Jasper was still standing there, dejected. I turned my gaze to Jonathan. Even just watching him focus on driving—he looked so handsome. I couldn't help but snap a photo. "Dr. Clayton, I want to post this on my social media."

Jack said as he sat down, crossing his arms. “I came to talk about our agreement,” Clayton said, sitting down as well and feeling a twinge in his back. “Ah, my back. Damn, I’m getting old.” “You’re only forty-five,” Jack replied impatiently. “And I’m already starting to feel the weight of time, my friend.” “You could take better care of yourself.” “What for? You have no idea how long it took me to grow this nice round belly with all the beer I’ve drunk,” Clayton said, laughing at himself as he rubbed his enormous stomach. “I have no intention of getting all muscular like you. I’ll never give up my beer.”

He took a step back, allowing me to get down on my feet and I couldn’t help but find myself glancing at the key, which dangled over his shirt, for a second before looking down at the glass. “I’ll go and get a broom to clean up, then I’ll proceed with work.” I said, and he nodded. I nodded at the customers who were waiting, knowing that they heard me, and both girls nodded in assurance as I walked toward the janitor’s closet. I pulled my phone out and looked up to make sure that no one was watching before sending my father the one text that he was waiting to hear for the past few months. -I’ll be a little late tonight. I have a little key to fetch.

"You're so incredible. You're so much more than what you see." Clayton's thoughts turned to Brett Jordan, the man who had caused Camden so much pain. He vowed silently that if their paths were ever to cross, the man would be as good as dead. For now, though, he focused on Camden and providing her with the comfort and support she so desperately needed.

It was only after Clayton heard Jaxton's words that he looked at Liam, who had ignored him the whole time. Seeing that Liam was dressed very ordinarily and remained silent, Clayton got confused and asked, "Herbert, is it because of this guy that the Shaw family's bankrupt? Who is he?" Clayton did not know Liam. He was just parachuted into Drunham City from another state two years ago.

I called back. Clayton Black is our Gamma. He is about 6'3" and very slim. The man is built for speed. He is known to be the fastest in the pack. He is even a monster on the battlefield. All his blows are quick and precise. He has trained with me quite a few times and has always been kind to me. I dash from the mud room to him and ask what is happening and where my family is.

I asked just to be sure. "Clay Newton is from Hayland in the east. He has brown hair and weird-looking eyes. Greyish blue of some sort. I have never seen the colour before. He is also polite but has a sly attitude. Donald wants to challenge the right of Clay to challenge him in the south, but Clay claims his mother is from the south and his father is the one from Hayland. His story checks out, but the issue of the silver effect fight is also a problem." Devin explained to me, and I was just as confused as he was.