Jonathan Kellerman Latest Novel Novels & Stories

Randell stands Still for quite a while, shocked. He can’t believe that Jonathan will imprison himself inside the book. Why would he do that? What is that he is planning? Knowing Jonathan, every action that he made -even in the face of adversity- always leads to something. He can’t believe it, somehow Jonathan still outwitted him even in the last second, just when he thought that he already got him, but he is mistaken. No matter, he thought, even though Jonathan escaped him, in the end, he still left the book. Never him, whatever he is planning, I can deal with it later, for now, what matters is he got the book.

“He’s been copying people’s handwriting for months. As… practice.” Kael’s eyes widened. “Practice for what?!” “To write a very accurate fantasy novel about us,” Jonel whispered. “A long one.” Silence fell. Mara stared. “We’re being destabilized by an introverted author?” Kael crossed his arms. “Tragic, but believable.” Warren stood. “Where is he now?” “We think still on the roof,” Grayson said. “He’s been living up there.” “Living?” Jonel nodded again. “He likes the privacy.”

Fate had granted him only a little daughter, now three years old, named Lotus. On one of those seemingly endless summer days he was poring over his books in the library. Overcome with the heat, his head had sunk down and his forehead lay against the edge of the table. As he dropped off to sleep he seemed to be wandering through an unknown dream-land. Kazuma sat nearby. II

Arianne's morning started with a thud. She was on her phone reading news when one article stole her attention. The article said that the Keller Industries CEO, Jace Keller, was seen partying in a popular nightclub in Vegas. Then the next scene was that he was again seen leaving a hotel room with an unknown woman in the early morning after the party.

the stranger spoke with sarcasm. "It's Kellerman, right? And one more thing: tell him that he should keep on with all his games. Bravo!! He…"I confronted Jackson's kidnappers. He cut the call. Oh my God, what the fuck, why has Kellerman been so wicked? Why has he planned to ruin my life ever since our divorce? It's just so embarrassing; I thought crying as the phone fell out of my hand out of shock that Jackson had been kidnapped. In just a flash, at the snap of a finger, Jackson was declared disabled; the other, a sudden takeover of the company, and now Kellerman has Jackson. What a perfect game player he is, I felt in my grumbling thoughts.

They all had their comments, the whole class started to shout and I was also starting to get annoyed because they were all talking at the same time and I couldn’t understand anything they were saying. “Can you all please shut up?! I don’t understand what you are all saying. Tsk! Undisciplined,” I shouted. They all fell silent and Clark continued to speak. “And about Jen, she is already convicted,” he continued. “With tho cases, one for taking and dealing drugs while the second one us for killing Samantha. She is the main suspect.” My classmates are all dumbfounded while I am laughing inside my head. All happened according to my plan. Should I celebrate? I bet I should.

Celia's POV Celia decides to let Tessa have a break. After all, she's also a highly skilled hunter. And someone needs to watch over Jonathan, as something in her told her that he had no experience whatsoever. But who knows, he could always surprise her. At the news, Jonathan's face falls, and he walks up to Celia. She can tell that he's nervous about her being alone with Nova, but she promises no harm will come unto her-at least from Celia anyway. She can't really speak for the damage Nova does for herself.

It felt heavy in his hand, a reminder of their new, dangerous universe. The elevator descent was like leaving a bunker. The underground parking level was deserted, with one of Clarkson's personal security men standing guard and nodding curtly. Slammed open the heavy service door onto a poorly lit side street, Jonah was hit with the disordered, alive smell of the city—wet cement, oily food, exhaust. It was alive. It was a relief.

I giggled. "I think I'll read it too then." "You should. What's the next book?" "ENTER THE DRAGON by CLIVE CUSSLER." All the books were marked with a white X by the side so they were easier to find and place side by side. "Finally. YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN by JEAN HAFF KORELITZ." "That one's deep." All the books had one thing in common: they all had sprinkles and bits of thrillers in them.

I stare at the city beyond the glass, lights blurring into patterns that look almost like order if you squint hard enough. Julian Kerr believes truth is a weapon. Ethan Cross believes legacy is a verdict. And Lydia—brilliant, wounded Lydia—is about to learn that when giants collide, they don’t see who they crush beneath them. I gather my files and shut down the screens. The next move won’t be public. It won’t be kind. And it won’t leave any of us unchanged. As I reach for my coat, a final message flashes across my phone—this one unmistakably Julian’s: