Tank Jones Novels & Stories

Jone answers, his throat closing as Rebbie Jackson emerges from the shadow of the guards, her long midnight tunic rippling in the coastal wind. TJ's gaze tracks Jone's hand, and the massive alpha stops dead, his entire physical frame fracturing as the raw scent of a lost mate shatters his composure. Longing and total shock war in his eyes. "Rebbie," TJ groans, a primal sound tearing from his chest as he launches forward, covering the distance in a brutal sprint until his large hands are cupping her face, his fingers burying deep into her hair. "The goddess returned you," he chokes out, his warrior facade breaking into raw tears. "You are breathing."

the fat man said with a bright smile upon his face. “Twenty million to have some tea? Mr. Lee, you’re really extraordinary! Is Stephen Hendrix really worth twenty million?” Joshua Jones was a bald man, and his temples were prominent, indicating that he was a master of inner strength. “Shall I go and kill him for you?” “No, no, no!” The fat man immediately objected. “Let him live. There are still some uses for him!”

Luke continues to explain his plan: " Since Omaha is coming down to play Denver in week four of the season, how about I have my coach Mike Jones help you coach Alexander a day before game day? I'll have the team come down a day before if you agree to pay for food and lodging for the team with that extra day in exchange for Mike's help coaching Alexandra. What do you think? " Now a little information on Mike Jones, He was an All-pro linebacker for the New York Titans; he played eleven years in the NAFL for the Titans. Jones was also a nightmare for offenses and an All-American linebacker at the University of Florida State. Mike Jones led the Omaha cattlemen to their first League title the yea

Kevin smiles and sips his drink before resting it on my stomach. "Only for you." [] [] [] I'm starting to get the impression that Ms. Jones is hard to deal with when you're the person in charge. From: TJones@BeetlePorts.com CC: Dock Plans 14522 - Miss Flores, In the sincerest way that I can word this, your work is incompetent. Please try again. - Regards, Tiffany Jones - Beetle Ports Headquarters

Tanya replied brightly. Just then, Mrs Teena and a man in his late forties with a receding hairline, wise brown eyes, and lean, tall structure came out carrying drinks. The man introduced himself as Mr. Jonas, Tanya's dad and greeted us all. We all drank to Tanya's long life and prosperous future, of course, except Twen.

Jones made me a cup of coffee to start my day. I really like the taste of her coffee. I can't focus on my work thinking I have a problem on my sleeve that needs to be solve immediately. I looked at Ms. Jones then came up a solution to my burden. I have decided to propose and make an agreement with her. I called for her to come and make her seat infront of me. I stare at her direct in the eyes and tell her my problem. I told her everything of my conversation with my grandfather last night. She looks solemn and keenly listening to what I'm saying. So, Ms. Jones I have a proposal for you and I hope you can help me with it. Bear a child with me as my heir. The heir of Smith Corp. around the worl

Senator Jones’ POV The soft hum of jazz floats through my study as I pour myself a glass of whiskey. It’s late, but I’ve never been much of a sleeper. Too many things always need watching, controlling. Especially now. My phone vibrates against the oak desk. I see the caller ID and smile faintly before answering. “Boss,” I say smoothly, settling into the leather armchair. “Jones,” he replies, his voice sharp and cold as ever. “How’s Flora coping at the company? Is she giving you trouble?”

Joshua warned with a smile and humor in his voice, “she doesn’t share. And she’s possessive. So, if you plan on pursuing her, stay away from other subs.” “There’s a story?” Ink asked. “There’s a few. At least one involving a Glock .45 pistol. I believe that a shot gun was used once. Or at least threatened to be used. She is still a Texas girl. And Cade’s dad is an MC president. She can handle her own.” “Twenty-one jerk salute.” Ink laughed. “Yeah.” Joshua started laughing. “She told me about that. You should probably let her know that Little Mark is Tank’s brother.”

After what she said I noticed the slight tension in the eyes of Jones, he seemed kind of unusual around her. I opened my mouth to speak, wanting to accept her suggestion but Jones interrupted me by holding my hand and pulling me out of the room. The brunette lady followed behind us. Her face was seething. "The fuck are you doing, turning your back on me after I traveled all the way from Noracia just see your ugly face and this is what you do? You even brought a lady here to fuck the shit of her while your damn job swivels hopelessly. I have always known you were incompetent and that I deserve this more than you do...but ohhh! What would they say if they find out what you do? Sleeping with a

“I'm warning you, you're not allowed to bully Cassie. Otherwise, I won't let you off!” Javen Smith looked at Jones, who wasn't even as big as his chest as if he was looking at a kid. “You don't have to worry about it. If you're free, think about how to get Telly.” Jones stamped her feet in anger, but there was nothing she could do. Because Javen Smith is Telly Smith's older brother. …