Ouat Jefferson Novels & Stories

We immediately ran to the place where all the police documents were kept. “I doubted him before. It seems like the habit is still new. He was kind to us but once I saw him in a convenient store he was shouting at someone ” He said while looking for something in the drawers. I didn’t look at him and I was just busy looking for his document as well. “Incapable…” “What?” I was stunned and looked at him. He is holding a folder, must be the documents. I approached him and looked at the folder as well. “Jefferson Dela Torre Velasco?” My eyes widened at what he said. I immediately snatched the folder from him. And he was right. Was he a Dela Torre all this time?

He knew that they would not be happy to see her, and even though he was an adult, he cared about what they would say and he cared about and didn't want to hurt their feelings. Once upon a time, Mr. and Mrs. Jefferson had been a very good-looking couple. Back then, whenever Sean looked at them, he couldn't help but hope that he and his wife would one day look like them ... so in love and perfect for each other. The two of them had gotten married quite young when Mr. Jefferson was twenty-one years old and Mrs. Jefferson was nineteen years old, so it stood to reason that even though they had a grown daughter, they would still look younger than most couples with children the age of their daught

She looked elegant and graceful. The Ink Garden had a more refreshing environment compared to any other part of the house. Although August had passed and the weather was still hot, Ink Garden had undergone a renovation and it was a great place to escape to in the summer. Otherwise, her grandchildren wouldn't be here. At that time, Jepherson was reading a book on a big couch. He was wearing his usual black pants and white shirt. He looked calm and graceful. Jepherson was only 23 years old and he had inherited his father's good looks and intelligence. He was probably even more outstanding than his father in the past.

Owen pulled his chair closer, surprising Jefferson, and before Jefferson could move away, Owen had put his arm around his shoulder and pulled him instead; their faces were close. "If I were you," he whispered as Jefferson widened his eyes. "I'm gonna be gay for him." Jefferson laughed mockingly, and he pushed Owen away. "There's no need for me to do that. I have a girlfriend who is way better than that crazy pervert. There were only dirty things in his brain. Definitely not my type, even if I'm gay." Owen widened his eyes. At first, Jefferson thought that he did it because Jefferson was too rude. But a familiar voice sounded right behind him.

-00- Jefferson was pensive in his study alone. His palms were busy stroking the only family photo he had. The photo was taken on Anthony's fifth birthday. At that time, he and his son, his daughter-in-law and Anthony were staying at his private resort in Miami. They spent the whole weekend having fun and granted Anthony's wish to go sailing. They took photos on the yacht with happiness framing each other's faces. Jefferson did not expect that trip would be his last trip with his son and daughter-in-law. They were so busy over the next few years that they never had time to take another vacation together. “Come in.”

she clicked, and more decrypted names emerged. Jefferson T. I froze, alarm bells going off in my head. “Jefferson T, as in the mayor?” I asked to be sure. But I didn’t quite get an answer, what the hell was I thinking, there was only one fucking Jefferson in that cabinet, and it had to be my fucking uncle. “Coward,” I muttered underneath my breath, the fact that he lied to me over and over again all the more repulsing. Xavier didn’t say anything. He just glared at the screen, fists clenched.

Instead, he exposed Jefferson without mercy, "We've just met before you returned to the country." Jefferson looked at him with dissatisfaction and teased, "Hey, look at you. You are the leader of Rovio Corporation Inc., but you have no sense of humor at all." Kevin asked him to take a seat, and only then did he take a seat. "What would you like to drink?" "Anything you like," Jefferson responded. Although he said so, he still held the menu in his hand. "I'm a native of Chatterton Town. It's definitely on my treat since you are visiting Chatterton Town."

"Jane and I have been married for 40 years. But I've loved her for much longer. Will you believe it if I tell you that we discovered we were mates at her eighteenth birthday celebration when I was already 239 years old?" I gasped, "Oh my God!" My hand flew to my mouth in shock. "I think you mean 38, sweetie," Jane corrected. "Did I say 238? Slip of the tongue!" Mr. Jefferson laughed, and I let out a sigh of relief, as I first thought he’s really that age. Yeah, I know some people turn out to find their mates late, maybe because their mates weren't already at the appropriate age for them to recognize each other, but Mr. Jefferson's own seems to be kind of… mysterious.

And right now, as he was walking towards the main gate, he experienced a wave of feeling at the prospect of finally seeing him face to face. As soon as Kirklin got off from the vehicle, the main gate opened automatically and he was surprised to see his father Keith Jefferson. Keith Jefferson personified prosperity. He and his wife Kelsey Ariella Jefferson had accumulated a fortune as the Chief Owners of Fortune 500 businesses worldwide that appeared to increase exponentially every year. He was a 6 feet 2 inches tall man with broad shoulders and chiseled features that radiated charm and confidence. His piercing eyes appeared to sparkle with intellect and wit, and his thick hair was always nea

I open the file and anger is the last thing I want to feel, but because of the photos on my cell phone screen, I don't think I can stop myself from feeling that way. Jefferson was sitting on a chair in a cafe, I think, and there was a woman seated on his lap. Is that how thick face he was to show other people how they make out? My face hardened while my teeth were gritting. How dare he?