Preston Meaning Novels & Stories

He steps up and clears his throat. “Good evening, good folk of Erondale. I would like to introduce myself. I am Prince Preston of Langston. It is lovely to meet all of you.” So, Preston, that’s his name. It has a nice ring to it. I smile and say with everyone else that it is nice to meet him too. He smiles down at all of us before he steps back allowing Chris to come forward. “He is our guest for a little while. I expect everyone to treat him with respect. I will not tolerate disrespect of any kind towards him. Not only is he our guest, but he is a dear friend of mine. Almost like my brother.” Chris informs us.

Preston said. "So she's Dragonkin?" I asked him. "Yeah, they all are, Carson weeds out the humans," he said. "How do you know all this?" Jax asked him. "I might have been seeing one of his girls on the sly," Preston said and I laughed. "Why?" I asked him. He was a good looking guy he didn't need to sneak around to get a girl. "Call it a recon mission of sorts," he said and Rev shook his head. "Asshole," he said and Preston laughed.

Preston was throwing a party to get out of talking about babies with Thea. A classic Nash move. Whenever a girl became too clingy in the past, he'd throw a party and then be all over other girls just to send a message to the clingy one. Max didn't understand his logic but then again, only a five-year-old would understand Preston's thinking. So he promised him they'd all go to his house and spend the entire day drinking and catching up before they went back. The idiot had been so ecstatic that he'd planted a kiss on him.

"I don't trust that it means what people say it means when they're standing up there making promises." Preston was quiet for a few seconds. When he spoke, his voice was even and unhurried. "I hear you," he said. "But for what it's worth, I'd give you one that you could actually trust." I turned to look at him. He was watching the road. His jaw was relaxed. He said it the way he said most things, without buildup or theater, like it was just a fact he was putting on the table. "That's a big thing to say," I said.

Preston was one of the best swordsmen in the world, and the Pure Yang Division might not know another day of peace if he were to be recognized. "You're right, Master." Preston nodded before taking the sword off him. He looked around before putting the sword against a large rock. Just like Darryl, all Preston wanted was to learn sword skills in silence, not to call upon attention to himself. Another thought came to Darryl as Preston put the sword away. "Oh, right! You shouldn't be calling me Master once we go inside." "Got it, Ma—I mean, Sect Master." "Alright. Let's go."

“She’s still new.” “I figured. If I’d seen her before I would have been in here immediately. If she’s open to it…” He shrugs, almost pulling off looking self-deprecating. “I’d love to be considered.” Preston has never pushed. In all the years he’s been a client here, he’s never tried to fast-track or name-drop. He plays the process the way it was designed. Nobody’s ever had a single complaint after being on a date with him. And I’ve always liked him for that.

Preston turned on his heel and began to walk down the corridor at a fast speed. I took that as a queue to follow him, so I quickly offered the two lady's who's eyes hadn't left me once a small smile as I moved past them rushing to catch up with Preston. "My names Emily" I reminded him, I didn't like being called the term 'Luna', it felt strange and I didn't want all that responsibility that came along with it, well that's what Four said.

Tall and burly, Preston strode over in big steps. His unsmiling face, stern-looking eyes, and dominant air instantly brought an oppressive atmosphere into the room. "Mr. Jett, we found everyone except for one," one of his students said, bowing his head. "I apologize for my incompetence. I deserve to be punished!" "That's not a problem. He won't get away anyway." Composed, Preston scanned everyone's faces with his steely gaze. However, nobody dared to meet his eyes. Then, he said, "I'm Preston Jett, the elder of Neovito, and Tanner is my elder brother."

It looked more like a prop than a vessel for farewell. Preston Wesley stood straight beside the grave, coat immaculate despite the storm. His expression was carved from stone unreadable, untouched. Even as Sloane wavered beside him, he didn’t reach for her. His hands remained clasped neatly before him, the image of control. When the priest paused, Preston stepped forward to speak. “Cassian was…” He hesitated just long enough to appear moved. “Cassian was light. Untamed, sometimes reckless, but always full of life. He had a spirit this family will never forget.”

“Why did you bring me into your project with Lauren? What was your real intention?” Preston stood, his smirk deepening. “Because I knew you’d come running. You’re predictable. Just like a dog to its master—even when the master doesn’t need him. That’s what you are to Lauren: her dog. And I want to see your face when the woman you’d sacrifice everything for chooses to dive in with me instead.”He crossed the space, placing a hand on Ethan’s shoulder, his voice dropping to a taunting whisper. “I’m not Caleb Monroe. I’m Preston Carter.”