Jonathan Good Novels & Stories

Guilt and unresolved desires hang in the air. I take a deep breath, attempting to distract myself from all this. I call in my new Beta, Jonathan. Jonathan is five foot four at most, and slightly round. But looks can be deceiving and if he is half as good as his ageing father is, then I know that I have the right man. “I need you to do something for me, Jonathan.” “Fire away, boss.” I like him right away. "Whatever we discuss here strictly is our concern and ours alone."

Why did it feel like someone was badmouthing him just now? Shaking his head, Jonathan went over the papers on his desk, checking and signing what needed to be signed. It had only been a year since Mr. Hernandez officially retired, deciding he would travel the world and be happy as Stefani wished him to be while handing the CEO position to his son-in-law. Jonathan himself knew it would only be a matter of time before these responsibilities would fall onto him. Yet, despite receiving such heavy obligations, Jonathan was calmer than he thought he would be.

feet. "This is unexpected." "Is it?" I replied coldly, not bothering to return his smile. "I believe we had an unfinished conversation about certain goods that were supposed to be in my possession days ago." Jonathan gestured to a chair across from his desk. "Please, sit. Would you care for a drink?" "I didn't come here to play games with you," I said, remaining standing. "I came for answers. Answers, Jonathan". His smile disappeared. "Of course. As I mentioned on the phone, there have been some complications—" "You've said that already," I interrupted. "I'm here to understand these... complications." Jonathan sighed, sinking back into his chair. He suddenly looked tired, exhausted. "To be

Everything he does on the surface is to repay his kindness. Me: "Really, like that?" Jonathan: "I know there must be a lot going on in your mind, but Fiona, I think you should give my brother a little more time. Rather than like Uh, at a party, just getting on a motorcycle." Jonathan looked at the card on his phone. "You're sure this person is a certified private investigator and not a human trafficker." "Well, don't mention it again!" I covered my face. Saying goodbye to Jonathan, I drove to Starling Manor.

"Guys, let's popularize the hashtag JonLe is real." Jayden snorted. JonLe? What's that? What does it stand for... Jonathan and Lea? Jayden kicked the table leg in sudden irritation and groaned in pain. What is this? Jayden looked at Jonathan's photos and judged how young he was. He was clearly way below Jayden's age and didn't seem to differ too much from Lea, in fact they could have been the same age. Moreover, with his profession as an actor on the rise, Jonathan is very stylish.

Jonathan lowered his head, picked up his phone, seeming to send a few messages, then slowly raised his head. His sharp eyes swept over them. "Do you have something?" Albert spoke slowly, "Mr. Jonathan, I'm Albert, the general manager of Oval Land Jewelry. We've collaborated before. Do you remember?" "Yes," Mr. Jonathan's gaze rested on his face, showing a hint of approval. "You arranged the itinerary quite well back then, left a good impression on me."

One of the guests shouted from behind. Dad whispered in my ears. “That’s Cole Shark, a goon in the oil business and that’s his associate, Jonathan, a very close business mind that works with me . “Jonathan, hmmmm…..” I said his name in my head. He looks like someone who would be close to me in time to come……

JOBA'S P.O.V Ayo, Musa, Omale and I returned from the day's mission. Stressed as hell. The mission was quite difficult, it didn't go as planned but we thank God for success. We walked towards the entrance of the building with Ayo leading the way, he didn't hesitate to press the bell. After a while the door opened revealing a shirtless Dubem.

He turned to Zac, “My name is Jonathan. I’m the Campaign Manager of Zandawoo. It’s such an honor to have you here with us.” Zac’s eyes narrowed, but he nodded politely. “I had no idea you were in this industry,” Mia continued, “last I remember, you wanted to be an astronaut.” “Sometimes life has its own plans,” Jonathan said softly, smiling. “And now here you are. Looking more stunning than before.” Zac’s jaw flexed. At this point, he wasn’t smiling anymore. “Well,” Zac cut in, “seems life worked out for everyone.” “Indeed,” Jonathan replied coolly. “And now, I get the privilege of working with the wife of New York’s top mogul.”

I found myself asking. He looked up at me, his eyes wide with surprise. He looked as though he has just seen a ghost. “Spencer…” he said hesitantly. “I’m a…” he was at a loss of words. “A friend,” Jonathan finished for him. “He’s a friend of Jessica’s.” I looked over at Jonathan with questions in my eyes; how did he know this guy? “I ran into him in Moon-Valley,” Jonathan answered my unspoken question. “We can trust him.”