Justin Long Novels & Stories

“If this is another lame attempt at apologizing—” “It’s not.” His voice cut through mine, firm and certain. I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden seriousness in his tone. “Then what the hell is it?” Justin’s hands fidgeted in his lap, his leg bouncing like he was trying to build up the nerve to say whatever was sitting heavy on his chest. I waited, arms crossed, already halfway to losing my patience. Then, all at once, he blurted out: “I’m gay.”

One second. Two seconds.ten seconds. Thirty seconds. One minute. It took one plus minute for Justin to process the new Information Fed to him. His mind was shutting down involuntarily like a computer that has been invaded by a virus. Like,was life playing a joke on him? He was sincerely happy that he was no royal but he knew what it meant to be One. How could he be happy with his woman miraculously turning out to be one. His work life was already dramatic, he didn't need drama in his real life.

Julius said, planting his palms firmly on his desk and he thankfully navigated the conversation away from topics of conversation we had yet to discuss. “I’m assuming our Luna here is up to speed about Wes?” “Yes.” Julius and I replied in unison. “Okay dynamic duo. Well, when I say he is perhaps the weakest person I’ve ever encountered, I’m not lying. This guy is talking and I’m not even asking questions.” “I’m sure you’re not doing nothing.” Julius scoffed. “I’ve electrocuted him a handful of times, sue me.” Dean rolled his eyes, crossing his forearms over his broad chest. “Anyway, he’s confirmed that Adrian is working with someone and he’s got connections in the Blue Moon Pack.”

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.

His voice makes at least 10 of the tiger and lions bow down to him and roar before separating back to the jungle. This time, he got a different pattern of pain. He holds his head like it’s gonna explode anytime. "He can instruct the animal to follow his order. But, he will suffer from headaches, and his life span also will shorten. His order is absolute for these certain animals." He swipes again to the next video. "This is Veron." One man with a tall figure and his hair is styled with a top knot, and somehow his face looks like he was terrified. He carries his bible on his arm.

said Justin with a shy and nervous expression . " Oh......you don't dare ? " said Iris . " Please do not play do badly with my heart , your highness . " said Justin . " My silly boy ! It seems like mr Ranch hasn't told you anything . " said Iris . " What ? " said Justin confused . " The moment you were declared the heir to the Willow family , you drank a potion that makes you stronger , gives you superpower and turns you into an immortal . Meaning that you will live forever . " said Iris with a smile .

The last person, being Justin. Justin was thrown into a dark underground cell, with no fresh air nor light coming in. " You guys are mistaken, I couldn't kill the president," Justin shouted as they banged the hard metallic door against his face. " How could you ever think of killing the president and staying back scott free." One of the guards said before his footsteps could be heard getting further away from the room Justin was left in.

a cheerful, entirely too-bright voice said, breaking through the dark cloud of my thoughts. I flinched slightly and turned around on the bench to find Justin smiling down at me, his eyes crinkling with a mixture of amusement and pity. Justin was my junior PR assistant, a twenty-three-year-old kid fresh out of college who still possessed the tragic, bright-eyed optimism that the sports industry hadn't managed to beat out of him yet. He was holding his Nikon camera against his chest, the long lens dangling between his fingers. He leaned back against the row behind me, a knowing smirk spreading across his face as he nodded toward the ice.

Justin cut him off, his calm demeanor was meant to rattle Aiden who was clearly unnerved, “I intend to get you back on that.” “Glad to see the CEO can’t take a punch and stay down with it.” Justin mused, “Ask Gianna. I could take you if I wanted to, she knows that.” He wasn’t lying. At Six-foot two and ten inches, Justin was a tall man. The years had been hard on him, which was why he was on the lankier side but a few weeks in the gym would get him back in shape. He was a two time taekwondo champion in his teen years, the talent still remained years into adulthood.

she said to herself as she left to meet Justin. Justin's house wasn't as outré as she'd been expecting. In fact it looked like a fairly standard modern home. Justin himself was also a disappointment. He was of average height, in his forties and grossly overweight with several chins and a huge bulging belly hanging over his over-tight jeans. His eyes were beady and his ears protuberant. However he did have long unruly greying hair and a beautiful deep voice so maybe there was an air of the bohemian actor about him.