Young Jonathan Davis Novels & Stories

As if being reminded of an important thing he had missed, James finally replied, "Gary Davis. Gary Davis. The king's personal assistant." "Oh, how could I forget him?" James Gardner said as he shook his head.

He will now know what truly I became in these three years. I am looking at the person I despise the most walking towards me. It feels like my own past,from our birth to Cayden's death is stepping to me. He has gained weight,his hair is now white - the sign of getting old,his confidence hasn't changed. His arrogance and attitude are perfectly revealed in his walk itself. He is Jonathan Davis. I thought he will be surprised to know that I'm still alive. But he wasn't. As if the sky spoke to him, he understood what has happened just by looking at both of us together.

"Ah, shit! The old man kicked it?" Besides Wyck, and Jonah himself, Davis was the sole individual who knew the circumstances that had led a poor kid from hollers of the Southwest Virginia mountains to end up at Old Miss on a full ride scholarship. Wyck, with mediocre football skills, cash to burn, and a chip on his shoulder as large as the mountains he was from, had taken that boon and turned himself into a new man. One that set out to ruin the man who'd exiled him there – Jonah Carrington.

He really couldn't stand it anymore when he had to be silent while watching his own boss like this. Dhava, 57 years old and never married in his life. He looked at the figure of a man who he knew was his son's personal secretary. The little boy he had adopted became his son. Dhava seemed to be aware, he looked at Damian who had grown up. Kneeling in front of him in his torn clothes. He suddenly let go of the whip in his hand. He looked at Damian as well as Joshua. Then the figure of a girl who looked at him with a horrified look. Dhava's head hurts when he sees the girl, he immediately leaves the room. Leaving them without a word.

JAY'S POV I hummed softly as I guided my car into his car park just as a notification appeared on my phone's screen. I parked my car carefully and picked up my phone. VICE CHANCELLOR'S SON, JOHNNY DAVIS HOSPITALIZED BY BANDITS. The headline stated. Wow! What? Isn't that the guy that started the meme on Lucia? Seems like he was handsomely rewarded.

' "Because you're the only one who can clear my few doubts." 'And what are they?' "First of all who are you, how do you know Diya?" He exhaled. 'My name is Davis, her younger brother…' "You're brother? What happened to her!? Can you please tell me? From the beginning." He downed his eyes and said. 'She was a caring sister, after the divorce of our parents she decided to live alone far from all those drama. I was stuck there between the options, and I chose the third option which wasn't even in the list. I started to live with her, she was a student of history and ethics. She was part timer teacher and a receptionist of the local post office. I don't know what happened two weeks ago, she trie

"Davis isn't with us because he's in a rehab center. A long time ago he liked to go hunting with me, I remember that that day I had given him an automatic weapon for his birthday, I suggested that he go further from where we were so that he could hunt some animal, I stayed waiting on a stone while he was getting farther and farther. Minutes later I heard certain shots, immediately I saw Davis running towards my direction, he was running very distressed. -Whats going on, Son? -asked. "I didn't want to do it, Dad, I swear I didn't want to do it," he replied over and over again wildly. "What did you do, Davis?" I took him by the arms to reassure him. —Davis pointed to something and I went

Davis said without an iota of emotion, “We have our enemies right in our palms, we are closer to victory ever than before. You cannot afford to risk it now.” “What?” Vivian chuckled sadly through her sobs, “Our son just died George! Our son! Do you need me to repeat that?” “He wouldn't be, if you had not made that silly mistake of shooting your own son!” Davis' words pierced Vivian's heart like a knife. Her loyalty to a man who cared not one bit for her flashed before her eyes. No matter how cruel a person is, at the death of a child he must put his coldness off but here she was, listening to him speak of victory and blaming her for the death of their son.

“Is there any way I can convince you not to do this?” I turned to face him. I could see and hear how scared he was for me. “They need me to do this, I need to do this.” “You’ve already faced them. Are you sure you can do this again?” “Honestly, no. But I have to try right?” “You don’t know Gideon Davenport, he is ruthless. He will tear you apart on the stand.” “I have your father and Evelyn in my corner though, and not to mention you.” “I know but Gideon,” he paused, his brow furrowed.

He carried Maya bridal style and walked out of the apartment into his car as they drove to his mansion, where they all belonged, under one roof. 𝘿𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙙'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑. My name is David Michael Gandy, son of Oscar Gandy and late Doris Gandy. My mother died when I was just two years old of ovarian cancer. Three years later my father married the most kindest woman in existence and a year later my brother Collin was born. I know all of you might hate me now but I am not the villain and neither am I a hero.