Justin Long Novels & Stories

Aiden, the man who had once been obsessed with love, would cease to exist within forty-eight hours. The thought made him almost sad. Almost. Behind him, a man slid into the seat beside him. The scent of tobacco and rain filled the air. Aiden did not turn. “You’re late.” “I had to make sure no one followed me,” Justin said, his tone calm, even playful. He adjusted the cuff of his coat, revealing his arm that had beeen burnt. Aiden’s gaze flicked down but he said nothing. “Are you nervous?” Justin murmured. “Good. You should be. You’re about to erase yourself from the world. That’s not something you can do without a little fear.”

“Leo, Donald, Billie, Casper…whatever it is, drive please” "Are those your mother's exes?" he chuckled, while placing one hand on the steering wheel, revealing his tough muscles. I took my eyes off when I was staring too long and a smirk curled on my lips. Usually, when I was snarky to my mom's men they got angry, not amused like this one was. Out of the corner of my eye, I looked at his sculpted body, again. “I am Justin by the way, this is the first time we are meeting and I don’t want you to hate me, so let’s start over,” he said and I frowned.

She did not have time to rest. "Thank you for your help, Mr. Long!" "No need to thank me! There's no need to be courteous with me." Justin smiled with a hint of flattery and said arrogantly, "The Long family brought in a team of medical professionals from Europe to treat Ernest!" Matilda nodded, responding to Justin. "Yes! If the Long family can build a good relationship with the Hawthornes, then we'll be able to outdo the Harts!" "You think so too? No wonder the elders of the family complimented my suggestions!"

His hair was curly and well-shaped, like he had just stepped out of a salon. Across from him sat, Justin. He also wore a black outfit, but his style was more relaxed. No chains or glitters. Just a clean, matte-black tuxedo and watch. His beard was trimmed and his lips were tight in a serious line. Lucas glanced at him. “Any word on Easton?” he asked. Justin gave a short nod. “Yes. I did some digging. He’s going to be there tonight.” Lucas narrowed his eyes. “At the Manhattan show?”

There was something in it that inspired and healed her, even if only for a moment. “What is that?” Justin cut her off as he peeked at her phone, curious. She smiled, showing it freely to her. “Nothing, just my I*.” She said, then, curiously, “Do you have one?” Justin grinned and shook his head, “Nah…I don’t do I*. I don’t have time.” He didn’t like social media. She laughed and joked. “How old are you, grandpa?” Justin just shook his head as he laughed. “I’m not a celebrity. I don’t want everyone to see my private life. That is why it’s called private.” He rolled his eyes.

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.

Justin blinks a couple of times, his eyes seemingly playing with him right now. He mindlessly looked at his phone, checking Jini's text. Sorry, justin. I can't make it. Got an emergency at home. Sorry. Justin glanced up, blinks a couple of times even more, wanting to make sure he's not hallucinating. Because standing right in front of him, in his house, is no other than Grey Ray. And he's not looking so happy.

With mud on his head exuding an extreme stench, Justin stormed over angrily and roared at Andrius, “How dare you hit me? Do you know who I am? Do you know how many contributions I’ve made for Jurith? I only need to make one phone call to make you disappear from Jurith!” His words were simply ridiculous. “What are you all still standing there for?” Justin panted heavily and roared, “Beat him to death! I’ll take responsibility for what happens! I’ll give those who beat him up a million!” His father was the renowned Louis Conway of Jurith! It did not matter even if he killed a few people. Unbeknownst to him, the person he threatened to kill had just been personally received by the supreme leade

Justin was wearing a white informal shirt and brown cargo pants. His hand had a black huge bracelet with a digital watch. He was holding his tablet and seems to be about thirty. He was muscular and his shirt was a perfect fit for his strengths. He had an ear ring in his right year and he looked quite amazing in his unique style. "Hell Miss Green. I have heard a lot about you. I am Justin, the new lawyer", Justin introduced bringing his right hand forward.

Justin remained quiet and did not counter his father. "I want to remove that from my body..." Justin seriously and angrily whispered. He sharply turned to his papa. "Justin...!" Bienley, Devon, and Zack exclaimed in fear. "You heard it, papa, I want it removed from my body!" Justin angrily raved. Tears stream down his eyes like a storm during summer. ****😳😳****