Unhinged Onley James Novels & Stories

The same eyes I inherited from him. “If this is another lecture,” I said, slipping a hand into my pocket, “save it for later. I am busy at the moment.” He slid a newspaper across the desk. My face stared back at me with the bold headline.: BILLIONAIRE HEIR'S HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH THE MARRIED WOMAN. DOES NYC HEARTBREAKER GO AFTER MARRIED WOMEN TOO? I scoffed. What a joke. It was one meeting in a hotel lounge. As we walked out, she grabbed my arm for support. A photographer, conveniently positioned outside, captured the exact moment. One photograph was all it took to convince the whole city I had slept with the wife of our biggest business partner

He was so powerful, I was as insignificant as a bug. Then, I heard a scream. All my life, I've fought to be mediocre, to hide in the midst of the crowd. I've fought to be inconsequential, just a random face in the vast populace. I tried as much as possible to run away from responsibilities, looking up to Tyler to help me out of tight spots. I read, oh I did. Not academics though, never academics. I researched on Armageddon, my fascination with the concept stretching into obsession. Even my family forbade me from talking about it. But when I was with Tyler, I was free, as free as a Jay bird. I could talk about anything without expecting to see discrimination in his eyes. When he talked to me,

"What did you think lived there?" "Who are you?" she asked. Something shifted in his expression — so quick she almost missed it. Something that might have been surprise, as if he hadn't been asked that question in a very long time. "Kael," he said. "Seventh god of war. Currently fallen, stripped of divinity, and apparently summoned by a mortal girl in a cold room." A pause. "You may want to be afraid." "Should I be?"

I’ll mаkе ѕurе nо one саn tоuсh me оr hurt me. The рrоmіѕе flаѕhеѕ thrоugh mу mind as I lose соnѕсіоuѕnеѕѕ. I’m not a hооkеr! I’m Cаrrіе Jаmеѕ and I’m раrt of an undеrсоvеr роlісе ѕtіng.

Matt is 5,8ft tall, has olive skin tone, black hair that's dyed purple at the back, has a slender body, no facial hair, green eyes and thin lips with a nose, eyebrow and ear piercing. He doesn't talk much but is very hardworking. Leon is 5,11ft tall , chocolate skin, a muscular body, has no tattoos or piercings, wide lips, monolid shaped brown eyes, the sides of his head were shaved but a short nest of highlighted locs sat on top of it a button nose and a faded stud beard. Josephine shuts the office door, then walks over to her desk. Her phone alerts her with a message, pulling out her phone from her pocket. She's stunned by the text she reads.

When it comes to the father of Jacob, her lips are sealed. “Don’t tell me I have to witness your fight,” Lyndon said on the screen. “If you’re going to fight, I‘m out of here. Call me later when you have settled everything. Have a great—” “You’re not going to sign out, Lyndon. I have an announcement to make,” I said, cutting off his words. If I don’t tell it here, when would I be brave enough to announce the truth? I did not want to pretend that I still had a husband in my house.

She replied and hung up which left me with a scoff, i know they'll be tryna act all good and happy whenever I'm around but deep down i know there's an issue, but don't know what exactly it is "What did your Mum say?" Mily asked beside me, now we were already seated on the couch "Nothing much, just that i should be back in time for dinner" I replied "Ohhkay" she replied weirdly, not wanting to prey. My family's a bit messed up, not entirely though, but to a certain degree messed up, I'm the only child to my dad Mr Bryan Holland and my Mum, Mrs Candace Holland, there was a time when we were a really happy small family but not until some years ago, things went wild for no visible reason. I'm 18

I quickly sent the message to him knowing he might be in a meeting. I was tempted to respond to the comments calling me a gold digger because this time I had hit the jackpot. Pictures of me with Joe and the prime minister’s son popped up whenever I searched my name. I knew the only person who would help me right now was Lincoln, I dialed his number, and it was engaged. I tried again hoping he would pick but nothing. What was I going to do with my life?

Their heads turned around when I came in. My father raised an eyebrow at my appearance before wrapping things up with his visitors. "I'll take care of the rest, you two go ahead." The men nodded and left the room while I watched them go. Then, I turned back to face my father, striding into one of the chairs in front of his desk and slamming my purse tiredly on the table. My father, James Henderson, was a Congressman who has been in politics for many years. He was known as one of the most powerful politicians in the country.

He was shaking his head, looking distraught. "Nicole's mate is paralyzed from the neck down and can't recover. His nerves were severed in the attack and he is requesting that she end his life. He's telling her that so she might find another that won't be a burden on her," he said disheartened. My father rolled his eyes and said, "that is a terrible thing to ask of your mate." I nodded in agreement.