Jonathan Good Novels & Stories

“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.”

“Good Morning sir, it’s just that I was not expecting to see anyone this morning before I leave for work, Bryan didn't come back home after the brief disagreement you both had.” “I didn't come here for Bryan, I came here to see you.” Jonathan answered, his face beaming with a smile. Before I could say anything, Jonathan raised a neat paper back upwards towards me and beamed, showing off his chipped tooth at the left side of his mouth. “I have a surprise for you”, Jonathan said “Surprise? for me?” “Yes for you.” I quickly collected the gift box Jonathan stretched towards me to find out that it was a slim trimmed, not too expensive corporate gown.

Time to put on my calm, confident mask. I spotted Jonathan waiting by the glass doors in the lobby. He was tall and looked like he owned the place. He was the kind of guy who needed to be handled just right—with respect but also some cleverness. “Jonathan,” I called out, reaching out to shake his hand. “Thanks for meeting with me.” “Henry,” he replied, shaking my hand with a firm grip. “Always a pleasure. So, do you have good news for me?” “That depends,” I said with a small smile. “Let’s go inside and talk.”

For that, he got another kick to the gut. “All right, all right,” Jonathan said, removing his jacket as he walked around his desk. “Let me talk to them.” Everyone stepped back, giving him as much room as he might have wanted. He rolled his sleeves up, kneeling down to the men struggling to sit up. He held a hand out to them and said not to bother. “I invited you into my home,” Jonathan said. “It takes a lot for me to trust someone, and scum like you is why. Here I thought you were a couple of boys from good stalk. Guess I’m stupid, huh?”

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.

“Look, I don’t know who you are, but my mom doesn’t need any further stress. She just lost her husband. So, I will ask one more time, who is this?” “My name is Nathaniel. I-,” he cut me off before I could finish my sentence. “I know who you are, Nathaniel. Why are you just now calling?” he growled. “I’m sorry, but I really am just calling to check in on Dominique. I don’t mean to cause any trouble.” “She’s at Dad’s grave on the pack lands. As much as I don’t like it, I know mom would probably like to see you. So I will tell my wolves to stand down and let you pass.”

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.”