Neil Josten Novels & Stories

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

i stutter out as he presses again on the thin skin and I cum hard panting out his name as my hips jerk, emtying my load down his throat he licks the tip then stand. "Figure out what you want Nixon because the only one whos denying this is you" he points between us and walk out of the room closing the door behind him.

Edwin said disdainfully. Stella was quiet and she continued observing him, "Joker, do you know that Neil misses you a lot? He was assigned to an orphanage and was very unhappy. The director of that orphanage wasn't a good person. She's involved in the black market and she sells the organs of little children. When Neil found out about it, she would often hit him. This was broadcasted on the news, but what wasn't broadcasted was the fact that Neil really did miss you." "I don't know who you are talking about. Who's Neil? I don't know him at all," Joker tried to argue.

I gave her a small smile, letting her know I was there for her if she needed me. “I’m sorry, Nathaniel. I know I’m not good company right now. I was just rereading Tim’s letter. It’s painful to know he’s gone, and the only thing he really thought of was me living out the rest of my days. The last thing he will ever say to me is for me to live my life and to live it with another man.”

The moment he got to his hotel, Henri called one of his men he used frequently for information. “Neil, can you investigate a person for me?” he asked. “Who?” Neil asked. “Wess Jones.” “The CEO of JK Games?” Neil asked, making Henri pause. “You know him?” he asked, “Is he that popular?” “Of course, for the past year, he has been growing with some new technology. He is all the tech and finance sector talk about behind close doors,” Neil answered.

Allena Jasmin took a deep breath, clutching the resignation letter between her fingers. Quitting was never easy. And she knew her boss wouldn’t take it well. There would be questions. Demands. And annoyance and irritation, too. Actually, it probably wouldn’t even register since irritation was classified as an emotion and Justin De Nero was a robot. A self-made billionaire who retired from his former work at the CJ Johnson Software company and made a name for himself.

His hand rested lightly on the curve of my waist, grounding and maddening all at once. “I see that our Luna has been training you.” Nolan said, choosing to direct his question to the children who are watching excitedly. “And I can tell if this is how your training is starting, then I'm going to have a stronger league on my line, aren't I?” I tilted my face up, ready to ask what the hell he was doing. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but the smile that was on his face was one that I never saw. Even the children were happy to see him like this.

Nathan: “You’re serious?” “Unfortunately” Carter said, handing me the papers “Donatello has requested that he withdraws his whole shares from the companies, and though it states in the contract that he can’t unless he pays a certain amount; he is more than willing to pay for it”

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

I had finished reading and was prepared…somewhat. The car was more luxurious than the one I had ridden previously. The same man was on the driver’s seat again. There was another man whose name was James. He was probably a gamma. I let out a small sign as I decided to look at the file, just to occupy myself. Today, I was woken up by Clarissa, the file still in my hand and she had been worried that I would suffer pain in my neck because of how I had fallen asleep. The radio silence from Isaac felt odd but welcoming. I don’t think I could have tolerated his presence after that little incident.