Justin Long Novels & Stories

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?”

I said firmly, shaking my head. The room fell silent for a beat before someone protested, “Chloe, this could really boost your career. It’s the kind of exposure most artists dream of.” Justin was like an assistant manager, only on the outside though. He dealt with the company, world, and then me. Unlike David who dealt with me alone, after receiving needed information from Justin. Justin had orange hair which often made me laugh, but not this time though. “I don’t care,” I snapped, standing up.

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

Of course Noah’s friends are going to be monsters just like him. “But my favorite part,” Justin said, blue eyes pulsing and dilating, “is breaking them in. Feeling that tight pussy wrapped around my cock?” He reached down to…shift himself. “There’s nothing better than that. Damn, what I’d give to break you in right now.” What? I can’t believe this is coming from Justin. He seemed all nice that time he was made to watch me. I never knew he was this disgusting.

He kept looking at his watch, annoyed until he us. I took that as my cue to leave the car and walk to him. He eyes me up and down and licked his lips before offereing his hand. I put my hand in his and he brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. He then smiled at me, showcasing his yellowing teeth. “When they said my date was beautiful, I didn’t imagine she was this pretty. You are very gorgeous.” “Thank you, sir.” “Call me Alonzo. The girls also call me daddy.” He remarked with an ugly laugh that turned into a heavy cough. I looked away in fear that some of his saliva would fall on my face.

I can't help but hold onto the seatbelt that is keeping me safe ever since we hit the road. The night is still young and cold, as cold as this man beside me. He never spoke nor looked at me after we got out of the club. I could still tell that he is mad but he has calmed down a bit, thank goodness! I don't think I can handle another beast like Cyrus at the moment.