Justin Long Novels & Stories

I manage to squeeze myself past the clubbers swaying to the heavy music and into the elevator that would take me to the VIP section. ‘Mustafa,’ Justin's voice pulled my attention as I stepped out of the elevator. He stepped out of my favourite VIP room and tilt his head a little. Justin Gregory, is a twenty-six years old tall, lean guy with sandy blonde hair, dark eyes, and sharp features. He owns and manages Sweet Night all by himself and he excelled at what he does. Wearing a blue shirt, dark faded jeans, and a baseball cap to match. He looked nothing like the businessperson he is. Tonight, it seems he wants to lay back and enjoy himself without the hurdle that comes with running such a h

I just smiled at him sadly because I feel so tired right now that I can't even move my lips. "It's time, they're all gone," Kendrick said in a voice full of hope. Maybe if there's anything good had happened to me in this place for almost a year, it's probably meeting Kendrick. He's kind and caring to me, that I can't help but wonder if he's Benjie's legitimate son. Kendrick always gives me water and food secretly, he also helps me escape this place but all of our plans didn't work out. Sometimes I can't help but feel sorry for Kendrick, he's only fourteen and he was surrounded by barbaric murderers, though they like to call themselves werewolf hunters.

“Don’t go looking for these people.” “Why not?” “That man is Matthew Sinclair, an important member and one of the founders of St. Hubert Church, one of the most influential churches in the country.” Justin paused to position the baby properly as she drifted off to sleep. “He’s also a renowned gospel artist.” I waited for him to continue, trying to make sense of how this had anything to do with my mother. “The other members of the church are influential people who own big companies across the globe.” Justin waited for a reaction, just as the door creaked open slightly to reveal a blonde woman with blue eyes.

Justin regretted. He is a glutton for food even though he is a model, which is why he is always scolded by his manager. "You're still their godfather," Kenji replied. "When are you going to introduce them to us, bro. I want to see the woman you impregnated. So I can see your sperm product haha," Vester asked excitedly. Paulo hit him. "*ssh*le!" he shouted to his friend. Vester just winced. "So what's your plan now, bro?" Justin asked.

Her daughter Lily had always been jealous of me, hence we never talked much…. My friends have been my support system since the start. I can’t share my thoughts and feelings with anyone except Nanny and Emerald and Selena…. I sat their for sometime as I spent time with my mother. I know she can’t reply me but I know she is near to me. She can hear me….. I feel peace here… I sighed as I got up and wiped the dust off my trousers. I was still in my sleeping pyjamas…. My eyes wandered around the graveyard and stoped at a man who was standing near a grave a little far. He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life.

His voice is smooth, respectful—but firm. It’s no surprise he recognizes Arthur. Arthur is a big shot. Justin reaches into his pocket with practiced ease, retrieving a sleek business card between his fingers. With a smooth motion, he hands it over, his lips curving into a confident smile. “I’m Justin Cent, director of Melodias Music School,” he announces, his voice carrying the crisp professionalism of a man who knows his name holds weight. “I didn’t expect to run into you tonight, not in a city this vast. Meeting Arthur Newtown? That’s the last thing I’d have imagined.”

Justin P.O.V: Two Weeks Ago... "Justin, bro! I heard my brother Austin said. running inside my room. Oh, fuck! What does my brother want? "Hey, Justin! I heard Dustin said. No, I take that back, my two brothers want. I grab my hair and yawn in my bed. I started sitting up. I start climbing out of my bed. I can see my brothers have a big grin on their faces. We were all excited to go back to college. We go to Harvard University. I am a senior this year and the captain of the football team. I am the linebacker, and I hope the Pittsburgh Steelers pick me this year for next year's team. Dustin is a junior, and he is the quarterback and one of the best players. I am not just saying this because

I announced and Rogue nodded and asked for more details about the job. "Guys name is Justin, he was in the special forces for the military. Anyway he found out that he has an inoperable tumor on his brain and wants to go out fighting so he can get into Valhalla, he's a Norseman," I explained and Rogue grinned slightly and nodded.

When Mitch and Justin entered the room, Keona rang for more tea and we settled into finalizing the plans Sasha, Keona, and I had already begun. Justin was a little on the small side for a man. I’d guess him at about five feet six inches. His silver-gray hair was worn slicked back. Blue eyes danced and sparkled below perfectly shaped brows and a high forehead. He was lean, but muscular. He radiated power, danger, strength and…life. He glowed with life. His toothy smile was infectious.

Nothing to worry about. As we sat on a tree stump, Justin and I talked about nothing in particular for most of the afternoon. "So what do you think is going to happen tomorrow?" Justin asked about it. "Can you tell me what it is?" I'm speechless. "I've been sober for 100 days." "Shut up, Justin. That is incredible! "I'm delighted for you," I told him. —Me too.— Justin's lips were on mine as I moved closer. "I'm really happy for you," I told him. "That's huge."