Jonathan Stranger Things Novels & Stories

I don't have any business with him. I let out a smile, slipping the car keys inside my bag and made my way inside humming to a song on the accord. "Mom I'm back" I announced to my mother that was seated on the couch. By her side was an unfamiliar figure. Yet, I didn't put much thought into knowing who the person is. "Welcome home dear. I was actually talking about you to Mr..." She trailed off. My eye widened in shock coming face to face with Elijah. His lips was formed into a smirk. Much to my surprise, he doesn't look a bit surprised seeing me. As if he was expecting the reaction from me.

“You just holler if you need anything.” “Thanks Mom,” I whisper. My voice is hoarse and my throat is dry from the air conditioning. Ana and my father leave the room as Jeon grins at me from the corner of my hospital room. “Jonathan Masters,” she clucks, shaking her head. “I can’t believe you kept this from me, girlfriend! I’m going to get you back for this.” She pats Jonathan on the shoulder and also leaves. He looks a bit uncomfortable, but that’s to be expected. Meanwhile, Jonathan the kitten is staring at his namesake with adoring eyes, which looks a bit ridiculous since the cat is so small whereas the movie star seems larger than life.

I hear her say to herself as she is motivating herself not realizing the call is still going. I quickly wake my brother up and point to my phone I think he gets it and I put the call on speaker as I hear her taking deep breaths trying to calm herself down. I show my brother the number he track it while looking into whose it is. It comes back to a nineteen year old Jaymes Tevin Jones. It also shows her location out of the city in the forests. "You say Mark brother's friend?" I ask I hear a small gasp I'm sure she is shocked I'm still on the call. I signal my brother to get ready. He knows to also wake up at least a few more of my guys as I go to my room and get dressed.

"I thought you should know, Amelia hasn't been answering my calls, and there have been some strangers at the house." Emma's concern grew as she listened. Strangers at her mother's house? What could be happening? She knew she couldn't face this situation alone, so she hurriedly made her way towards the building, her pink heels clicking against the concrete with determination. Curiosity gnawed at her as she pressed Rebecca for more details. "Tell me, who are these strangers?" Rebecca's voice quivered slightly. "A couple of days ago, I received a call from a government agency. A man named Lee spoke to me and said that a Maxwell West would be visiting."

"I just found out that my brother is a stranger who I thought was deprived of a complete life. He was dead. Now I find out that he has been doing the same with others for fun, and that no one we trust is really reliable. I almost died for him! And now he shows up wanting to drag me to another country? But what the fuck is that? How long have I been sleeping? Two weeks or two years?” "Penelope, you need to calm down" I indicate the machine next to the bed, whisting louder and louder. Penelope starts saying something, but the door opens for a hurried nurse to come in, and then she shuts up. The woman checks the drops that fall from the serum, checks the numbers on the machine and asks if Penel

Octavia glared at him fiercely. "How dare you speak that way to me. I'm your aunt!" Jonathan joined in the confrontation, his voice filled with aggression. "Joe, my mother is only looking out for your best interests. How could you support a stranger?" "If Chloe’s a stranger, doesn't that mean that your mother is also a stranger?" Joseph retorted calmly, leaving Jonathan momentarily speechless.

"Only Jack Weston has a caretaker. To any other persona you are an assistant, alright?" I gave a brief nod as I walked to the stranger at the door. I gave a small curtsey and extended my hand. "A pleasure, Sir,” I said, smiling. “I'm Anna Walton and I'll be your new assistant." He took my hand and squeezed it gently. "I'm Arthur Weston, and the pleasure is truly mine. Thomas!" He said looking past me. "Where did you find such a lovely girl? She's perfect! I need to set up my equipment immediately."

She thinks that this is probably the best thing for both of them. “Let’s have a stranger with benefits contract.” She gave him a sweet smile. Yes, that’s right! That’s the best for both of us. The Strangers With Benefits Contract. Apollo Justice

He was in the middle of cooking when he heard a thud. His eyes went to Terah's bedroom. Three strangers wearing black hoods were at the door. Zachary turned off the stove and left the kitchen. Then he charged at the intruders.

A look to the left revealed a dark-haired man who was leaning back on a tree, arms crossed on his chest, eyes closed, looking somewhere between asleep and bored. “Oh, here comes sweet little Jonathan,” the stranger drawled, earning himself a surprisingly small growl, “Long time no see. I always thought you were the punctual type, but I guess I was wrong.” Did he just call the alpha-ultra sweet little Jonathan? Is this guy out of his mind? That had been my first reaction and then I understood from his words that they knew each other… that explained the small growl. “I just wanted to bring her to the trial,” was Jonathan’s flat response from beside me.