Jonathan Good Novels & Stories

The Alpha look cute that time Jonathan is the son of Jason boss. She met him one time, but Jonathan mother is not ok with the idea. She don't want her only son to do friendship with some Omega girl. Trisha remembered how Jonathan tried to play with her back then. Johnathan asked her to play with the ball not knowing that Trisha never held a ball before. The Omega was fond of dolls and her precious teddy. Yet she played with the Alpha who was gentle with her, had a prettiest smile and his soft coffee scent was good too.

Someone was talking back to us. HELLO, MIRELE AND TOBY, CAN YOU UNDERSTAND THIS? "Of course we can," Mirele thought back. "Who are we talking to?" THIS IS JONATHAN AT THE KEYBOARD, BUT EVERYONE ELSE IS HERE, TOO. YOU SHOULD HEAR THE RACKET OUT HERE! THANK GOD YOU'RE ALL RIGHT. I could visualize his smile as well... and his tears. He had lost his grandson, but we were ready to save the world.

Jonathan. He stood casually beside a gleaming Aston Martin, the metallic blue paint catching the last rays of sunlight. Jonathan was strikingly handsome—tall, with broad shoulders that filled out his tailored navy suit. His crisp white shirt was unbuttoned just enough at the collar to reveal a hint of tanned skin beneath. His dark hair was swept back in artful disarray, and his clean-shaven jawline was sharp and defined. His smile was easy, confident, and impossibly charming.

Madison grunted. "I'm sure he's already dead, except they have ditches in heaven." I replied, playing along with her. "You mean hell." She said and we both chuckled. I faced Jonathan who was on my right side, looking spaced out. "Jon, what's up? Are you okay?" "Nothing. I'm fine. Except that Jayson is not picking my calls, answering my texts, avoiding me and acting like I don't exist. Literally!" Jonathan replied in one breath.

“So no, I do not like you wearing that thing. It is a reminder of everything I do not want to be.” “What do you want to be?” He pauses, and for a moment, all I can hear is his breathing and the soft flicker of the candle by the bed. “A good man.” I swallow. “I think you’re a good man.” I probably shouldn’t think that about a wolf who stole me from my bed, but I do. I have met monsters, and Ethan is not one of them. “That means a lot, Princess.” Ethan’s voice is rough, and I know he’s being sincere. “It really does.”

Mr. Jonathan looks back at us, clearing his voice, “Umh…yeah. I meant, as far as I am concerned. My son has a good heart.” We both nod, although I sense something fishy here. I don’t know what it is, but something feels off somehow. “And why is he good with guns?” I ask.

Her eyes shamelessly oggled the rise an fall of the prominent Adam's apple and the water and sweat trickling down the jaw rolling down the appealing throat and then down the sexy collarbone before. Anya snapped out when she realised that she'd been checking out the man blatantly and blushed looking away. "Ye..yes" she replied stuttering a bit remembering the question he asked earlier. "That's nice. Um.. I don't think we've introduced ourselves before though we've seen each other a lot before." He smirked playfully. "I'm Leon Brooks, 2nd year Law major." Leon smiled beautifully and extended his hand for a shake. Anya gasped lightly at the beautiful smile and held his hand with her own shaking

I said, and he sighed. “You know, sometimes accepting a person is not going to be bad, Nolan. Especially when it's someone like her, someone who is actually good, at least in front of us. She is good. She's not playing, she's not a hypocrite. And you know how Madeline is. She does not trust easily and she seems to enjoy her presence.” He said casually.

Well, it wasn’t only a matter of trust, because this was a job Jonathan was paying them for. Stepping out of his office, Jonathan took long strides to get to the elevator. As the doors were about to close, a hand suddenly shot in between to stop it. A petite woman calmly walked in beside him. “Jonathan.” “Riley.” Jonathan casually returned the greeting with a bop of his head. Riley Jones was a recruiter at JT Entertainment. Her job was basically to recruit known and unknown acts to the company. She was excellent at her job, and had a good eye for people, something Jonathan respected her for.

Working towards my masters degree at Stanford is an escape too. Then, I start. I don't know how long I'd started but when I lift my head, my gaze lands on the glass penthouse without curtains opposite mine. And again, Damien fucking Vincenzo is naked. But bless the gods, he was wearing pants — his chest which is not riddled with even a spec of ink was bare — leaning casually against his kitchen's sink, a cup of coffee in hand. I glance at the clock. But who the fuck drinks coffee at four fucking PM in the e—