Justin From Wonder Mga Nobela at Kwento

A pang went through me as I thought of Lola. I was struggling to keep up with Justin's long strides. I'm pretty sure that if I got lost, he wouldn't even bother looking. For example: Justin: *loses an innocent Autumn in the mall* Justin: . . . Justin: Oh well Justin: *LEAVES* That was what was going to happen, and I'd get trampled by a crowd of girls running into a shop which had a huge sale. I almost bumped into him when he stopped abruptly. "That's Jeremy," he told me, pointing to a man who was in the shoe store, trying on. . . well, shoes. It made him very less intimidating. Especially since he was trying on Spiderman crocs. I wasn't even going to ask.

A memory that takes me back to the beginning of the madness. *** Jennifer’s gaze widened as she stared over my shoulder. Those hazel eyes were locked on something behind me. By the look on her face you would have thought’d it was one of the Chris' walking up to us. “What is it, Jennifer?” I gave her a shaky, nervous laugh and shoved her shoulder, but she didn’t budge. I clutched my finger over the bottom of my opened locker door and turned around slowly. Justin Diggs. His hands were shoved into the depths of his jeans, and his self-assured swagger was more than most high school girls could handle. Including me. He was the equivalent to having a TikTok star speak to you.

Justin wasn't dead! None of it was real! Justin was still alive! "Justin, you're not dead! That wasn't real. I don't believe you're dead, I don't believe it! Justin, where are you? Come out, please. I don't want to play hide-and-seek. Please come out, Justin!"

Justin there mentions to her, “Please come to my office, ninja. It is urgent. I have some ass for you to kick here.” The girl there replies, “Be right there.” and then she hangs up the phone. I put up a judgy face for how Justin addressed the girl on the phone, “Ninja? Who is it?” Yet Justin put on a. Wicked smirk, “You will know when she comes.” It seems like he is a man who emphasizes on mystique very much. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨

There was particularly something strange and weird about Justin. “Well, I saw it somewhere in an article. Come on, your fiance is popular and has influence. It was in the news.” He defended. This is still weird, I don't think I ever saw that in the news. I forced a smile “No one got hurt though. Everyone seemed pretty okay. Thanks for asking” “Thank goodness. I was damn worried about you. What if something happened to our dear goddess?” He giggled. “Oh please. I'm safe” I answered and he nodded.

“Then block those feeds. Because honestly? You look jealous.” “I’m not jealous.” The silence that followed was louder than any argument. “Stop,” I snapped. Justine held up her hands innocently. “Didn’t say a word.” My lips twitched, but there was nothing funny about this. “Wait until the narrative shifts,” I said bitterly. “When Wendy’s little army comes for me online, let’s see how funny it is then.” Justine rolled her eyes. “Wendy’s my best friend, yes. But she doesn’t love Justin. She can be petty and dramatic, sure, but deep down she’s not dangerous.”

But she had to admit, he was, and still is a cutie. Justin is over six feet tall with short wavy coco brown locks, and deep-set hazel orbs that swirled with golden into a green wisp. He was considerably pasty when she first met him but now had a deep golden tan, and kept his lean figure but marred no blotches or scars which was surprising considering how many times he had injured himself over the years. Kendrick had noticed him a few times after their first encounter hanging around campus. Justin had been homeless for a while so she invited him to stay with her once she had graduated, and moved out of the college dorms. Justin had become a good friend to her as she got to know him, all of th

Justin. She had heard of him many a time during her school years; who hadn't? Him, along with Danny and Aaron were practically god-sent with those looks; Justin in particular. Like a fallen angel, he was an untouchable, intimidating presence she would have never thought she'd encounter. He didn't seem the type to even want to make any unnecessary interactions and, so, she had never dared to cross his path. However, fate had an odd way of working and, now, he was a part of her life in ways she never thought were possible.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” He doesn’t deny it, just leans back with a smug look. I’ve seen Luna a few times in passing, and honestly, I’m surprised she’s with someone like Justin. She’s poised, mature, and grounded—everything he’s not. Sure, Justin works, but his constant partying and reckless behavior don’t exactly scream commitment or stability.

Edmond sipped from his bottle. “She is the most precious thing I had.” Justin said recalling the memories she had with Janeka. The first day they met, how they destroyed the golem, their first kiss, and sex. It wanted to make him cry but he was a man what could he do but just hold back his tears. “I'd love to know more bout her.” “Perhaps, some other time.” Justin forced a smile. “I heard you are one of the rarest supernatural existing.” Wendy said. “I think so.”