Red Johnson Novels & Stories

Then when she agrees I will kill her in front of her brother. “ Here he is sir” the door flung open and the boney boy wearing dirty ragged looking clothes stepped into the room with his head down. His red hair is a mess and you can smell his rotting clothes and bad breath miles away. “ Hmmm, I have a very important role for you.” I grinned sitting on the desk “ what is that?” He mumbled coughing up whatever gross disease he’s managed to catch in the cellar

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Today I will get married to the man I hate so much. The man who is known to be the most successful Businessman of New York .... James Russo…. The knock on the door made my tears halt and I quickly wiped them. Mason Ronaldo, my father, my seller, the reason why I sold my soul to devil, entered the room and tears welled up my eyes again. I wonder if mum was alive would she have let my father and brother emotionally blackmail me to marrying….. “Daughter, you look so beautiful....so so beautiful that it feels as if a angel has descended from the heavens” Je complemented as he moved my way and kissed me on my forehead.

"I just hope you'll have room in your life for a dumb cowboy." "I love you," she whispered, shifting to slide on top of him. She knelt straddling him, positioning his ready erection at her entrance. "So beautiful," he breathed. "I love you, Jenny." Gripping her hips, he pushed himself home. Back in his motel room, Joe Russo flipped open his laptop and uploaded the images he'd taken with the drone, including a half-dozen stills of the redhead. He ran the clearest one through another app he wasn't supposed to have and came up with a hit: Jennifer Stone of Boulder, Colorado.

🎋🎋🎋🎋 Jayden Mansion Jayden kept on smiling, staring at the profile on his computer. He had been researching the guy he met at the supermarket the other day. It had been three weeks, and he finally got him. "Alex Holt," he mumbled. "Age twenty-five, straight guy, works in a clubhouse named Blung. An orphan and a school dropout. Interesting...". His phone buzzed; it was a message from Sia.

He may see himself as a villain, but I won't contribute to the demonization of Roman Johnson. It's my responsibility to shape the narrative where he's the hero. Where I'm the son who idolizes him, and I need everyone to see that. His jaw cuts like a blade. His gaze just as piercing. "No. No way in hell are you changing who you are because you think the world needs to love me." "I'm not changing who I am," I argue. "It's just hair. It's just a damn color I'm not wearing." "Then why aren't you doing the ultra?" he counters. "Give me another reason why you'd miss out on an experience like that. Go ahead. I'm listening."

“You should have told them. You should have told her.” “I didn’t know how,” he said simply. “And I’m tired. I’ve spent my whole life watching shadows move, waiting for this day. No one believed me. Now that it’s here, they want me to prove my innocence. Let them.” Jina felt tears sting her eyes. Not out of sorrow, but the sheer complexity of what stood before her. This man wasn’t cruel. He wasn’t heartless. He was just... broken. “You still believe in her,” she said quietly.

I grabbed him by the shirt and looked up at him. "I don't want anyone but Sierra. I want her to know how deeply sorry I am. I know I hurt her, and I hate myself for it. I love her so much that I can't bear the thought of losing her. Aria is my daughter, how can she grow up without a father?" He forcefully removed my hands from his shirt. "Aria was your daughter in the past, but now she is Dean's daughter in the present. You should go start a new life with Alex and forget about Sierra. You lost, and there's no way you can win her back."

Rose groaned knowing Lily was right. "Where are you?" Rose sighed. "At this new club. I'm sending you the location." "Alright," and just like that Rose fell asleep again. Lily and Rose were twins. Their father, James was a former member of a famous Italian Mafia. The right hand man for his boss, but left the group after he had his twins. He knew they were his weakness and his enemies would take that to their advantage. Thus he requested his boss David De Connor, also his best friend if he could finally have a normal life. David understood him and accepted his request.

But they’ll get over it once it’s done. I throw on real clothes, grab my room key, and head out. The beach is nearly empty, moonlight barely lighting the rocky coastline. I move toward a large outcropping, where I’d seen movement. I summon a spell—black and purple energy sparking between my palms. But when I round the rocks and step into view— They’re already dead. Roweena. Iona. The Red One. Laid out on the sand. Clouded eyes. Blood pooling beneath them. Chests torn open, hearts missing.