Jonathan Davis Obx Novels & Stories

"Nathan Reeves. I have known Damien since university. I suspect you've heard nothing about me because he is constitutionally incapable of mentioning the people who matter to him in any voluntary capacity." I shook his hand. "He's mentioned you once or twice." "Remarkable. I must have come up in an emergency." He smiled, and it was a good smile, the kind that reached the eyes without effort. "He's in a meeting but asked me to wait. You're Mr Davis's physician?" "I am." "How is the old man? Genuinely, not the diplomatic version." I looked at him for a moment. He looked back with the patient expression of someone who had long experience of waiting for people to decide whether to trust him and w

She said, her voice dropping slightly, I widened my eyes internally at her statement. Off? First of all, why did he have to come home now? I was fully relaxed and present in this moment of unexpected comfort until he showed up. Now, I felt that unwanted, familiar knot tightening in my chest again. Miss Britney and I were having a perfect, restorative, pseudo-mother-daughter interaction, and now her freak of a son had to show up and ruin the moment.

“I understand.” “How is Daven’s condition?” Jonathan asked, his voice immediately turning serious. Camelia looked at the little boy. Daven was still focused on his game, his face calm, as if nothing was wrong. “Still the same,” Camelia answered honestly. “Sometimes he feels weak, but he doesn’t complain.” Jonathan was silent for a moment. “I’ve arranged an appointment with a specialist for tomorrow. He’s the best in this city.” Camelia closed her eyes briefly. “Thank you, Brother.”

" Felix yelled and took off the hood shocking both of them. "Just drive I will explain later. " Jake yelled and Felix drove out of the center. "Why is she here? " Felix asked while driving. "She will help with Miss Knowles..... She knows how to reduce the medication she has been taking all these years even though she has only walked for the hospital for just two years..... I can't stay because Tyrone will definitely kill I, my wife and children........" Jake said as Felix drove. London, UK. David's jet arrived at the Heathrow Airport and they all got down and saw a fleet of SUVS and multiple well built men waiting for them.

"Oh, he dropped Davis off this morning, Adele introduced him as Davis's father. She said his name is em... " She trailed off as she tried recalling the name, Adele is looking at me anxiously.. she's worried too. "Thanatos O'Briens?" I asked as if to refresh her memory. "Yes, yes, that was the name" Then why aren't they here yet? What could be delaying them? "Jas, what's wrong? Is Davis ok?" Mich asked. "No, he... " The doorbell ringing caught my attention, head snapped towards the door and before I knew it.. I'm already at the door.

Lena Davis did not speak about stock prices; she spoke about souls. Jonah sat on a stiff leather sofa, bouncing his knee. He was wearing a navy pinstripe suit professionally fitted by Clarkson's tailor, but he felt like an imposter, the fabric an extraterrestrial skin. "I'm going to be sick," he muttered, looking at his own picture staring back at him from the black screen of the wall television.

After the second ring he answered the phone. "Miss Nyla, I was just about to call you. We found out about the journalist who wrote the article," he delivered." His name is Davis Jonathan. At least that his journalist name. " "Davis Jonathan?" I whispered. His name rang a bell in my head but I couldn't remember where I've heard it from. "Yes, he's a high ranking journalist known for covering controversial stories," he added. "Okay thank you," I muttered as I ended the call." We've gotten the name of the journalist," I said to Kael.

The air smells like sweat and dirt mixed in with freshly cut grass as I pick my face up off the ground. "Get off him!" The same brunette woman from yesterday screams from the middle of the outbreak. Then I take a second to scan my surroundings. Davis has Jonathan pinned to the ground, his hands behind his back holding him so they can't move even as Jonathan flails and kicks his feet trying to get away. Ashley lies a few feet from me, her body not moving except her chest as it ratchets up each of her cries. What in the hell is going on?