Speedwagon X Jonathan Novels & Stories

came a drawling voice laced with honey and venom. Savannah sat up straighter. A man strolled into view with the confidence of someone who had never been denied anything. Dressed in a tailored navy suit that clung to his athletic frame, Jaxon Whitmore exuded a kind of danger that was different from Colton’s—slicker, looser, more playful, but no less threatening. His grin was lazy and razor-sharp. “You’ve got taste, cousin,” he said, and Savannah’s stomach dropped. “Shame you always ruin it.”

He turned to Zac, “My name is Jonathan. I’m the Campaign Manager of Zandawoo. It’s such an honor to have you here with us.” Zac’s eyes narrowed, but he nodded politely. “I had no idea you were in this industry,” Mia continued, “last I remember, you wanted to be an astronaut.” “Sometimes life has its own plans,” Jonathan said softly, smiling. “And now here you are. Looking more stunning than before.” Zac’s jaw flexed. At this point, he wasn’t smiling anymore. “Well,” Zac cut in, “seems life worked out for everyone.” “Indeed,” Jonathan replied coolly. “And now, I get the privilege of working with the wife of New York’s top mogul.”

A blue sedan stops and parks , Liam quickly walks down to the sedan and peers inside just for him to meet the laughing eyes of a young man who is probably in his late twenties with dimples gesture for him to get in, he opens the door and enters. "Hello sir, where are you headed? and why are you hitchhiking ? You do not look poor or broke to me, what is the real story? Am Jonathan by the way , my friends call me Jon, so you can answer now " he finished with an embarrassed blush considering how he is talking a mile a minute.

After Paul hangs up, the brimming need to sneak a look at my laptop’s screen wraps around my neck like a noose, and I find myself looking at the picture again. Jaxon Wolfgang is standing there in his Dallas Titans uniform. His jersey number is twelve, and the word TITANS is stretched across his massive chest. At thirty-nine, he looks every inch the legendary NFL quarterback the media claims him to be. His dark hair is slicked back from his rugged features, and his intense blue-grey eyes are fixed on the camera with that same authoritative focus he uses to dominate the field. “Mommy!” I’m cut off from my thoughts by the tiny shrieking voice from across the patio calling me.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

If I leave it blank, they’ll ask more questions, I’ll just give the basics, and then maybe they won’t pry too much. Former pack- Cedar Falls, Blood Oak. Family Ranking - Beta/Warrior. Family in other packs- none. Wolf Color- gray. There were more questions about family and contacts and about our desires for the pack and such but this was enough. Looking around the room I see Beta Grayson introducing the three other shifters that came to Clear Creek with me to their sponsors. A geeky-looking guy named Steve was to work in the tech security division, a sweet and shy gal name Suzie was to be kitchen staff, and a douche kid named Kyle was going to the accounting department. Kyle was friends with

“The pleasure is all mine, s—Jaxon .” Dad glanced between Jaxon and me, worried. Maybe he finally realized that he’d thrown me to a wolf. Dad tried to intimidate my future husband with a dark look, but a sheep didn’t become a predator by wearing a wolf fur, and Dad had never been more than prey among the blood-thirsty monsters in our circles. Jaxon straightened, ignoring Dad, and motioned toward his companion. “That’s my right hand and Consigliere, Felix .”

"I'm right there with you." Flashback End)) Trisha smiles when she thinks about her friends; they help her a lot. Trisha takes a long breath as she sits down and waits for her ex-mate. Meanwhile, inside Jonathan's vehicle, "The world-famous singer, Jonathan Wisdom, engaged yesterday with another singer, she came from famous...." Jace turned off the radio playing in their car. Jace and Jonathan were on their way to the "Jonathan studio" building after their short shoot. Jace looks at his friend, who has leaned his head on the window with his eyes closed.