Jonathan Clayton Novels & Stories

she said, hints of her frustration ragging around the edges of her words. Clayton Pierre, owner of Pierre Memorial Ground, the gravesite where Luna’s father was buried, and where Clayton was planning on selling, sat across from Luna in her visitor’s chair. He was a huge man, with a rounded belly and enough weight about him to crush a heavyweight champion to dust. He had gray hair- which was more shiny silver than gray- round the edges of his dark hair, his skin was smooth as a baby’s and tanned like he sorbet every waking moment under the sun. He had eyes that seemed to be both bored and alive at the same time. Like he could easily switch from looking like he was listening raptly to whatever

Clayton sipped his drink and replied, “I’m not sure. I know this is a setup against you. At least eight powerhouses at the Yitro Daeclon Rank are waiting for you to make a move. Perhaps Yehria is also amongst them.” James smiled calmly and said, “Since you already knew, why did you come? Are you also one of the powerhouses waiting to take action against me?” Clayton’s jar halted at his lips as he turned to glare at James. Then, he barked, “What the hell are you looking at me for? Do you have a problem?” James was utterly dumbfounded by Clayton’s sudden actions. Clayton commanded, “Get up! Since it looks like you have a bone to pick with me, I’ll have to teach you a lesson!”

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.”

He caught her searching gaze and she was expecting to see some sign of remorse but to her surprise, he shamelessly gave her a wink and focused on pouring himself a glass of water. She turned her attention away from him and focused on Ronald as well. She took note of his green eyes for the first time. They were akin to Donovan’s. Donovan had the man's handsome features. It was clear from the first look. Whenever Ronald looked at Donovan it was easy to see that he was proud of his grandson. “My son, have you decided on a date yet?” he asked. “No, Grandpa.” “Hmm. What are you waiting for?” “Soon,” Donovan replied vaguely.

"Jonathan Cliff! Why are you doing this? I used to respect you so much." "Shut up!" Jonathan was infuriated, having never been to Medicis Manor and thinking no one would recognize him. "I'm not Jonathan!" "You're right. Jonathan Cliff is a master marksman and an ally of justice. You could never be him!” the bald man retorted. Jonathan's face turned red with fury. He would not have done such a thing if he had not been blackmailed. "Get lost!" he snarled. Adrian coldly asked, "Who gave you the right to speak? You're in Medicis Manor now, so it's you who should be getting lost, not him."

just then his phone beeps and as he was about bringing it out, the phone fell and a video of a woman masturbating and calling out his name was on the screen, that was enough to bring out the hidden Usain Bolt in me. Run Erica Run

This is something new to him and overwhelming that it was his turn to panic when the girl stopped breathing. No! Not now! He still has questions. He still has curiousity to uncover. And he feels like he still can't get enough of her scent. Using his ability, he ran as fast as a lightning to a friend of his. Jones, one of the Hampton's clan living in the nearby town closer to the city, is a doctor and an expert in healing vampire-inflicted injuries. Clayton has been asking the doctor's help everytime he encounters humans who are blood-sucked and could still survive.

“Tony, I can assure you that that’s not true. Claire’s a lesbian. Last time I checked, I was fully male.” He chuckled and pointed at me feely. “That’s the same thing I said when I heard it too.” “Heard it from who?” He ignored my question and went on to say, “Did you know that Claire dated Chris Hampton after the whole catfish fiasco? She never told me that. I thought we were friends but she never told me that. What was the point?” He muttered something else but I didn’t quite hear it. I could see that Tony was one of those people who became delusional when high and conjured up absurd scenarios.

And then, in the midst of the chaos, he saw him. Julian Clarkson was not preparing himself. He was at the main bank of windows, his legs apart in a sailor's stance, one hand gripping a structural support beam. His shirt was off, his skin wet with spray and sweat, his hair plastered to his forehead. But it was not his stance that halted Jonah. It was his face.

Ashton was humiliating him by throwing his words back at him! "Do you think you'll get another chance to injure me, Ashton? I'd simply underestimated you just now!" Clay hollered, his veins bulging. He released his inner energy, forming a protective barrier in front of him, before clenching his fists and locking in on Ashton once more. Clay refused to believe that Ashton could beat him. He was the future head of the Dominion Vanguard and its brightest star! He was the most powerful among the younger generation! There was no way he'd lose now!