Sherwin X Jonathan Novels & Stories

He smiled then looked at a boy standing near the door "Anything you don't finish today will be done tomorrow and next week you both face the school lavatories" I felt a bit of relief as I stared at the boy, at least I am sure we would finish the work today. I didn't care more to look at his face that was hidden under his scattered hair, all I can see is the bridge of his pointed nose. "Devin Johnson, meet Emilia Johnson," Mr. Jared said, his bored face lit as a bright smile appeared in his face "Such a lovely connection!" He exclaimed "The same Last name and the same hobby! Make sure you don't break each other"

Xavier: When she first mentioned the name, something in me went still. “Lorenzo D’Amaris,” Valerie said with a small, almost relieved smile, setting the file on the desk. “He’s interested in investing in the new firm. It’s all legitimate, I checked everything twice. He seems professional. I am still checking things out, but the idea of someone wanting to invest is making me happy.” I forced my expression to stay neutral even as my instincts sharpened. “D’Amaris?” I repeated, slowly. “Where’s he from?”

It wasn't a large crowd in front of me, but it wasn't all too small either. "Well, let me start by introducing myself. I am Timothy Shaw, the acting Alpha of this pack. My father is in long vacation together with his Luna, Beta, and others... so I was the one who's in charge in this pack." Timothy gave a friendly smile, but it didn't last too long on his face. "and this is my sister Lily Shaw," He said, gesturing towards me. I didn't really know how to react, so I just gave a small wave and a friendly smile. "Hi," I greeted them shyly, almost making myself blush.

She looked away again, her voice neutral. “I know.” Another silence. I wanted to scream. I wanted to ask her why she always seemed so calm, so untouchable, while I felt like I was barely holding myself together. Like I had been standing in the same place for years while she was carried by the wind to every place I wanted to be. “It’s just…” I started, voice lower. “Sometimes I wonder if there’s even a place for people like me. You know? Omegas. Servants. We don’t usually… win. It's like there is no place for us in this world.”

I had joined last week to personally assist you with your day to day needs. Alexandra nodded in but in displeasure and turned to Jonathan, who almost forgot to greet them. "Good afternoon, everyone," Jonathan said, smiling politely. "This is the Fiance I was talking about, he is Karl Jonas's grandson. Jonathan Jonas." Readable shock flashed on to Aunt Margaretta's face, regarding his facial features Jonathan looked a lot like his father who used to be closely acquainted with Benjamin Winchester before his tragic death. By his thick American accent, she could tell that he isn't bought up in England.

I shook my head, “I didn't. I don’t even like football. What’s fun with those big bulky men running after one not so round ball?” Knox’s laughter echoed all over the room, “it’s more than going after one ball, Sweetheart.” I huffed, “I still don’t get it.” “I’ll explain it to you later, are you ready to go?” “Ren,” Devin’s voice startled. Sharon was walking behind him in her blue jumpsuit that still flaunted her curves. Her dark raven hair with highlights of gray was tied in a neat ponytail. Her skin was glowing while beaming at us, she's too friendly for my liking. “Are you leaving? We made plans today, remember?”

Alpha said. “It matters not what anyone here believes to be true. I am here to claim what is rightfully mine,” I said. “Oh? Is this not a family reunion?” Alpha Joshua said. “I, Shane Hayes, am here to challenge Alpha Joshua Wright of the Dark Moon pack,” I said. “Hayes? You are a Wright,” Alpha Joshua growled. “Your name will die here, today. Hayes is the name I’ve taken and will be the name that carries into the next line,” I said.

He lifted his drink to her in salute before taking a long draught. It burned going down but he relished the warmth. “Oh my god, Jake,” she said, coming over to the table. “You are the last person I ever expected to see here.” “And I, you,” he replied. “Aren’t you going to introduce us, Declan said. “Arsehole,” Jonathon muttered before plastering a smile on his face. “These reprobates are my friends,” Jonathan said. “Brian, Barry, Mason and Declan. And this is my assistant, Emma.”

His usual calm demeanor was undercut by the tension in his jaw. He saw me and straightened. “Mr. Silver.” I nodded once. “You said you had him.” Jonathan gestured toward the window. I stepped up and looked inside. The man was young—mid-twenties, maybe. Skinny, pale, hunched in a folding chair like he’d deflate if he moved too fast. Sweaty palms gripped the edge of the table. Cuffs locked around his wrists. He wouldn’t meet anyone’s eyes. “This is Shane Ralston,” Jonathan said quietly.

Alex said sharply. “Well. This mess is in my life too. I could no more count on you guys. I will be handling this.” “No.” They both snapped at once. I fold my hands across my chest, “Yes.” They exchanged confused looks. Xavier got a message. The confused him turned red again after seeing whatever present in it. “Hmm. Jonathan is on action again.” He said with a frown. “Do you know where he is now?” I questioned him. “Probably in this city, planning with his next bait to crush us down.”