Justin Long Novels & Stories

his voice cracked, "I have nothing to give you in return, but may the goddess bless you. May she grant you strength, a long life, and—" "Enough," Justin cut him off. People reached for their phones, racing to take pictures or record. Justin’s eyes darkened. "If I find out that anyone leaks this, I will track you down and ruin you." Everyone lowered their phones immediately, and Justin walked back to his booth. I hadn’t meant to stare. I sat there, watching him, absorbing every word and action. And somehow, along the way, admiration had crept into my gaze without me realizing it. Justin was a spoiled brat. Arrogant. Dismissive. Infuriatingly detached.

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.

He said, and I nodded in understanding. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, I am not going to be doing anything crazy for a while.” I said, and he chuckled. “I am under ‘bed arrest’ for the next few days. I don’t know how I managed to do it, but I really fucked up the stitches,”

he groaned loudly from the sensation of his cums, his eyes closed whilst he batted in the aftertaste. "Fuck" Justin muttered, he felt like he was falling for Jose, and he was stunned when he thought about it, even though he knew that he was bisexual but he has only being with one guy since his life and it was only sex and nothing else, so why would he felt like going crazy for this gorgeous male, without knowing he released too, his hips bulked for a while whilst he gulped loudly, he closed his eyes for a while to calm himself down, he can't bear to fall for anyone now, he has alot to do before even thinking of love.

Men fall over themselves for her as much as they do to Stace. Justin plays a little diddy on the piano and synthesiser; he looks like a rough biker, long unkempt hair tied up into a top knot and a long shaggy beard; he is all muscle and tatts and loves to show them off. I don’t think Justin owns a t-shirt or even a shirt, for that matter. If he could play nude, he would. He does during rehearsal, and I’m not complaining.

but you are right love can,t be forced and we have to be ready to accept rejection if we love someone i am glad Allah gave me the chance to have her in right way . he doesn,t know but he said the word which justin never heared from his mouth in these all years , justin was not muslim but he was not extremist he wanted people to accept their religion and stand by who they are . his friend has lost his way but he knew after larib he will find his way back and that was visible when he left alcohol, sleeping with girls and on top stop brining girls to strip clubs. but he didn,t say out loud his thoughts .he knew xavier knew too but he was scared to accept it.

I wished I could have given her something better, but this was the world I was part of. Next day. "You're acting strange, Justin," I said, sitting next to him at the table. For a few days, Justin had been behaving like a zombie, just eating, sleeping, and locking himself in his room. "How many months since Josh's burial?" He asked, still looking at his breakfast. "I think it's been three, almost four, actually," I replied thoughtfully. "Why?" I asked curiously. "It's nothing. Are you meeting Paul Mitchell today?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

He hardly visited the church or attended any church services either. Justin finally went into his bathroom to bathe, after he saw that Olima had left. He was previously on the room balcony having a view of her beautiful face. He was so in love with her, and he hoped that he would be able to confess his true feelings to her soon. So he took his bath quickly and stepped out to dress up casually since he was at home and he wasn't going anywhere as the day was Saturday. Justin picked up a blue T-shirt and a pair of black trousers. Although all his clothes were designer's wear. He wore his clothes and set to comb his short black hair on his head. He had also left his beard to grow a bit.