Jonathan Good Novels & Stories

“That is not what I am saying. I only mean that this will help you move around. At least for now. If you want to gather your things. If you want to see people.” I stayed quiet. “We have been watching you from a distance,” he added. That made me lift my head fully. I studied his armor. It was different. Practical. Worn, but cared for. He had a warm smile on his face, like someone who truly wanted to help. “Oh,” he said, like he just remembered something. “My name is Jonathan. My brother is Jonah. He is behind the carriage. He is the one who sent me. And he is a big fan, by the way.”

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“Don’t even say that. You and Julie might have died, because neither one of you was in a position to drive safely.” “I can’t believe that Jonathon guy was so high on drugs that he actually shot you. It’s just…crazy. How well do you know him?” “He’s, uh…an acquaintance.” “Well, I hope he gets his act together before he really hurts or kills somebody.” “It’ll be taken care of,” he said, sounding like some godfather in a mobster movie. “In the meantime, thanks for keeping quiet.” “I still don’t get why those wolves acted the way they did. Do you think they’re

Damn, he’s got some talented fingers. ‘This isn’t news. Jonathan finger-banged you, so you already know he’s good with his hands.’ Sara didn’t miss a beat. I swear the Goddess must have decided that if I lived outside of Sicily and far from André D’Amore, I needed a horndog for a wolf to make up for it. “And…..done.” Jonathan turned to us with a grin. “Like how the elevator plays a loop when I go to my office, it can loop for my lab.”

I'm not concerned about hardship as long as the allowance is high. He replied quickly. [Evan, are you crazy?] [I'm not crazy. I'm just trying to make some money.]

I was hurt too, my stupidity hurt us both. I was surprised when my phone vibrated on my back pocket. I pulled it out wondering who was it. This days I don’t have many people reaching out to me. I got surprised seeing Jonathan name on the screen. Jonathan was Jo’s friend and worked with her at JJ Consulting as Software Engineer. He was the brain behind the technology JJ was using. We talked several times during the first trial, because I had some technical issues and I liked the guy. He was lenient with me, he actually fixed my problems and answered all my questions.

I didn’t think they would hide here and wait for Dominique. “Dominique, just get what you need for tonight, and let’s go,” I said, wanting to get out of there. “What is it, Nathaniel?” “It’s a wolf,” I said, not saying it was actually a werewolf. Was that Jacob outside waiting on us to come out? Would he follow us back to my place? No. I wouldn’t allow him to do that. So either Tim didn’t know Jacob was still after Dominique, or he did know and was helping get Jacob close to Dominique. I kept an eye on Jacob as I pulled out my phone. I remembered Tim’s number from Dominique’s messages earlier.

My hands go on my hips as I shoot him an accusatory look. “Who are you, Jonathan? Seriously?” He sighs. “My name is Jonathan Masters. I’m an actor.”

“And I am Anderson Turner.” At his words, the room sank into pin drop silence. Jennifer studied Jonathan closely, her eyes tracing the calm set of his shoulders, the quiet authority in the way he stood. Nathan, on the other hand, didn’t look surprised. His jaw tightened, the muscles ticking as his eyes narrowed. The air around him sharpened, his wolf bristling just beneath the surface. “Anderson Turner?” I murmured, staring at Jonathan. Jonathan turned to me, something almost sheepish softening his expression. “The name Anderson Turner hasn’t been used in a long time. I retired for sometime to focus on my fashion empire.”

Jonathan was particularly shocked. Did he hear it wrong? Did Liam just ask him to buy sweets for Rita? "I'm not going." Jonathan rejected angrily. But then he met Liam's cold eyes, "What?" Jonathan was one of the most outstanding members in the shady staff of the Wilson family. Though he was just in his early twenties, he was really fierce outside. His hands were covered with blood and was well respected by other people. But he was really afraid of Liam. "Fine. I'll go."