Justin Long Novels & Stories

"Relax, Justin. You're better than this. No one can make you angry without your permission." Avery and Michael looked at each other, shrugging. In a vintage shirt and pink palazzo pants, Justin had his black hair styled in ponytails with pink ribbons tied around them. His long pink fingernails would drill holes faster than a woodpecker. Slim build and average height, Justin Gregory was the perfect depiction of art...as he fondly described himself.

"You're not asleep yet?" "No." She opened her eyes slightly and added. "By the way, don't you think that Long's identity is a little strange? What kind of extraordinary person is he? His surname is Long... Could it be... could it be that I was wrong? No, It's impossible, right?" Justin did not express any opinion. "I don't know, but I'm sure about one thing... Long is a real man, a decent one too." "Yeah!" She nodded in agreement. "I think so, too."

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

Anton had gone underground, and Leo was helping him. They released a statement through a ghost blog claiming Justin was a traitor, a liar, a “jilted lover trying to burn down the house that made him rich.” To be continued...

She had a bed to sleep in; she had food to eat and a nice wooden floor to dance on. ~KAHLAN AND JUSTIN~ Justin rushed out to the car, wearing a green Aero shirt with dark blue jeans. He looked as if he was finally awake and ready to take the day by storm. His light brown hair was sitting messily, with fresh gel, and his skin almost the perfect tone. He had a great look and it was attractive, I must admit. Especially when the sun beamed on him like it is at this particular moment, almost like a teenaged god. I turned my attention back to my phone as he got into the car.

Even if it meant bringing Carolina back into the one part of his life he had never let anyone touch. “Yes,” he whispered and Justin smiled. A real smile, the kind of smile Adrian has never seen on his face. Justin had been born autistic, for five years, he had barely spoken a word while growing up. At first, Adrian thought it was normal for a child his age, until he realized his son might never speak again. The doctors said Justin's condition had worsened because he grew up without a mother's love. The only word Justin said freely was Daddy or Adrian, and those words he only say them when they were alone. Everything else, he wrote down on sticky notes.

"Taking back? What you took was a life." Caleb held his cheek, his eyes full of venom. "So what? He deserved to die anyway. He was just some broke loser — why should he get to be above me? If it weren't for him, you would have married me a long time ago. And that kid of his — he's just as bad. Neither one of them should have stuck around." Her assistant told me later, word for word, everything. I didn't say anything when I heard it. Because I already knew. She was just finally willing to listen.

I couldn't understand why his wolf was jealous of him. I bit back a chuckle, not wanting to make him feel worse. Clinton’s eyes returned to their normal ocean blue, twinkling at me. “Your wolf is jealous of you,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. He nodded, shifting back so that his legs pressed against mine. “You’re so irresistible, I can’t blame him.” I blushed and looked away, but I quickly turned back when I felt a cold sensation in my pussy. He held the bottle’s tip close, pouring the yogurt with a mischievous look on his face.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

He sighed, sweat dripping from his forehead. “I’m okay, Zach. These don't give pain at all.” He replied, his words broken. Nat was a native Spanish just like me, but his English was quite interesting to hear. “Deus is quite an influential, no?” “He is. But he had angered that boxer.” He leaned back on the couch as I patched up his injuries with a bandage. Several tattoos lingering on his bulky chest. “Proud of that boxer though.” I chuckled, feeling somewhat proud for the unknown human.