Justin Long Novels & Stories

My heart did an anxious little flip against my ribs. “Alright everyone, take your seats and grab a beer for you and your partner,” Justin drawled into the mic, his lazy, arrogant voice echoing through the house speakers. “As I present something written specifically for Mr. Graham... and his beautiful fiancée.” Justin struck a single, heavy chord on his guitar. It was low, smooth, and deliberately slow. Carter’s head snapped toward the stage like he had just been hit with a bucket of ice water. The rage in his eyes instantly multiplied by ten.

he added earning cheers from the others. When it was Justin’s turn, he grinned and said, “Honestly? I was planning to become the next big foodie influencer. You know, traveling the world, eating everything, and getting paid for it.” “You mean eating everything and hoping someone notices?” Collins teased. “Exactly,” Justin said with a laugh, unbothered. Mira glanced at Luke, who had been quiet for most of the exchange. “What about you?” she asked softly. Luke hesitated, his gaze distant. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “I guess I just want to make sure everyone I care about gets out of this alive.”

A moan escaped his lips and he held his waist. “I have always wanted this.” Earnestine said before she began to run kisses on his chest. She went down until she felt her grasp on his groins. Justin got into his house. He turned on the lights, as he walked upstairs to go have the perfect bath he wanted. He thought about Janeka and the freak Michael family. He also thought about his job, he had skipped work for some days and he should be looking for an excuse. I think I'd resign until this supernatural trauma is over, he thought. He pulled off his clothes as he entered the bathroom, and stepped into the bathtub.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Honestly, he never gets the right answer from his friends. Im_trojan: So brilliant, Lennox! Damn, I'm impressed, bro! Throw Miller to Canna! Just_logan: Come here, Miller, Canna is hungry! Watson_lennox: Maybe Mr. Miller doesn't take a shower, that's why he doesn't change clothes! Smith_landon: He's crazy, bro!

His hair is grey but not your typical old-age hair color, but his hair seems like he colors it. “I’m sorry. Who's your son?” I ask him. “Austin Henderson with his brothers Alexander and Michael,” He responds, turning to look at me. “They're your sons?” I answer, shocked. “I didn’t know. Um I'm Crissy, by the way.” Wanting to give him a handshake, realizing he was too weak. I quickly pull my hand back. “I'm Justin. Nice to meet you, Crissy.” He replies, then licks his lips. His lips cracked from the dryness.

All I know is this should have never happened and you should not have lost something so precious to you to me. I swallowed. Would it be crazy to admit that I do not feel an ounce of regret? Justin was my dad's good friend son so we knew each other a bit. He was always closed off and his aura was always dark which never invited others to chat with him well, except for women. Because even with that dark aura, Justin was very and I mean very handsome. He was twenty six and had been single for years. Well, this was what his mom had mentioned to my mom a few weeks ago.

So now, when she comes home, she is smiling and telling me what has happened and how Justin, her new assistant, is settling in. At first, I didn't think much of this; it's only natural that she would chat with me about a new colleague. However, his name seemed to pop up more and more, so I started paying more attention and asking her more about him. It turns out that Justin is French and has only recently moved here. He is intelligent, tall, probably 6' 4”, and keeps himself fit. Apparently, he is a few years younger than Hailey and a smooth talker. He is also single.

Jhon said in a strong tone showing his superiority in front of Justin he was humble in front of Adair because he is no more some soldier but President but this Justin is still just a soldier with no origin and background, for Jhon Justin is a cheap and village poor boy. Justin mentions Gatlin’s guard and asked them for a tool after they gave him, he squads down, and with full force, he removes his nail from that tool making Jhon scream in pain. “Justin this would not do anything what I am telling is the truth, I had nothing to do with Alex and any woman” Jhon repeated but Justin removes one more nail making him scream as his hand started bleeding and soon it becomes blood mess.

If that happens, Justin will throw it on A****n. "Justin," Norman called. "What is it!" Justin exclaimed in annoyance, glaring until his molars gritted. "Lately you don’t have many jobs. Since the press the other day, so few people contact me to promote their products. And I think your fan club is also decreasing." Indeed, since the press at that time, Justin is no longer working as hard as before. Maybe many fans are disappointed with Justin's wedding. They feel hurt because their idol already has a wife. This of course is felt by those who really idolize Justin to the point of dreaming of being able to live forever with Justin, like Karina's dream before Karina met Justin in person.