Jonathan Good Novels & Stories

“Who?” “Jonathan Alfred, of course.” Isioma cracked up at once. “That imbecile? Nope. Thanks, but I'd rather die single, JD.” Jordan giggled slightly. “Come on, why are y'all always harsh on that poor dude? He's not that bad, you know.” “Yeah, I know, but the only thing Jon knows is sex. He'd probably kill me before my time.” “Ouchey.” Jordan snorted deliberately. “He'd probably kill you with pleasure, you mean.”

He chuckled greeting Mustapha. "I'd like to introduce you to someone," Mustapha said as they walked towards Jonathan. "This is Jonathan, he works at the DEN Advertisement agency. Jonathan, this is James, the owner of all this."James gave him a firm handshake, his grip strong and confident. Jonathan took in his appearance, noting the black tailored suit and this whole aura seemed every bit of a successful man. "Nice to meet you. Congratulations." Johnathan stated with a smile. "Thank you." He replied with a sense of pride. As they discussed, they were interrupted.

A blue sedan stops and parks , Liam quickly walks down to the sedan and peers inside just for him to meet the laughing eyes of a young man who is probably in his late twenties with dimples gesture for him to get in, he opens the door and enters. "Hello sir, where are you headed? and why are you hitchhiking ? You do not look poor or broke to me, what is the real story? Am Jonathan by the way , my friends call me Jon, so you can answer now " he finished with an embarrassed blush considering how he is talking a mile a minute.

she whispered as he reached her row. "I'm fine," Jonathan muttered, sliding into the seat next to her. He smelled like cold air and pavement. "I saved the drive. That's all that matters." "You look like you fell off a mountain," she whispered back, handing him a tissue to wipe his face. "I've had worse mornings," he said, giving her a quick, tired wink. On stage, Adrian had stopped talking. He was staring at Jonathan with an expression of pure disgust. Dr. Harrison cleared his throat. "Finish your presentation, Mr. Matthews."

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”