Jr Novels & Stories

One hand rested on the wheel, the other on the gear shift dangerously close to Soren’s thigh. “You’re quiet,” JR observed after five minutes. “That’s new. Usually you’ve got plenty to say when you’re trying to knock my teeth out.” Soren stared out the window, watching rain streak across the glass. “What do you want me to say? Congratulations on your shitty win? That I’m thrilled to be your whore for the next thirty days?”

Do you mean, Jeremiah Grup? "Yes," said Jayden. "I am Jayden Jeremiah, 11th generation of the Jeremiah family." "Wow," Peter muttered. "I have applied several times for jobs at one of the Jeremiah group companies, but it is very difficult to get into your company, Mr. Jayden." "Oh, honey, I think now Mr. Jayden wouldn't mind helping you become part of his company. I'm one of JJ entertainment's mainstay models. Isn't that right, Mr. Jayden?" said Lizzy confidently.

She held her forehead and drank the hot coffee in a chug. "And so, Mom, you don't want to quit that job just because of that money?" Someone asked on Jordan's back and they both were startled to see Justin standing there, uptight, much taller than his grandfather, and still wearing his furry azure slippers. He has a petite body, looks like he has been working out to get that tonous body, and his hair is untidy today. He is a grown-up now, an angry 20-year-old Justin that will be scolding his mother about his childhood rival, Danny Sy.

” My cycle had just started, here and now…… here where I had no supplies or anything. I fell back in my pillow, willing the wave of cramps to pass. I had the vague sense of someone entering my room, I looked up to see Arian. “Hello Mr Jailor” I managed through the barrage of needles currently assaulting my abdomen. His nostrils flared as he sniffed once and frowned, “your cycle…..” “Yes, yes…. now go away, you’re making the pain worse” He left and I sighed, only to get startled again at his return, his arms were full of stuff, including a heating pad, tampons and some dark chocolate.

Jeremiah told his little brother. "Come on boys. It's time to eat." I said from behind them. I could tell I had caught them off guard because they jumped a little. "Mom, I'm not ready to eat." Said Junior. "We should've went somewhere else. This place for babies." Then he looked at Jeremiah. "You just mad that i keep beating you." Jeremiah bragged. "Let's eat. So we can go." As we waiting on the waitress to bring our pizza and wings, I watch my boys talk about the latest basketball game with Micheal. It turns out that they all was Lebron James fan. I kept smiling throughout the meal. Looks like he had won the kids over all in one day.

He wore a red hoodie, black jeans, black and red sneakers, and a black visor, with his curly afro coming out of the top. His jewelry glistened under the sunlight, and I was just happy to see him. Walking over, I kept my eyes on the ground until I reached him. His sneakers came into view, and I let my eyes trail up to meet his gaze. I gave him a small smile, but his face remained blank.

I hear a girl say in almost a whisper it's as if she is trying to keep quiet so she won't get caught. "Chto za chert?" I say with my thick Russian accent. (what the hell?)"Who is dis?"I say I guess she is trying to think if she should continue a few seconds later she does. "It's Jaymes, Jadens little sister please tell him I need him to help me please. I know it's later but he is the only one I can call, tell him he told me that I can reach out to him anytime at my parents and brother's funeral. Well I'm reaching out now. Please." she said crying as quietly as she can now I know she is hiding and sit up my bed realizing that she might really need help.

he smiled widely. The only thing I got from that was that the tall piece of man meat was going to be staying with us and I've just been dumped, it's the best thing that could ever happen, I mean, just imagine waking up and walking into the bathroom to see him, shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his v-line a little, the messy wet hair and the water sliding down his body. "Go say hi." Jonathan said, pulling me from my thoughts. My mum had already left and he was looking straight at me and him, "Okay." I said and began walking towards him, "Hi," I extended my arm, "I'm Jade."

"Sure. I'm the black Range Rover." All I can think of is her sexy little jean shorts, her smile, and her spunky attitude. This is gonna be fun.

So I fake a smile, I'm hoping he doesn't notice. "Jeffrey hi." I try to say in the same way he called my name. I remember the last time I saw this guy I didn't want to believe in intimacy anymore. Jeffrey Clark is tall, like basketball height tall, he's white, black hair which he shaved off, green eyes and really really bad at sex.