Young Jonathan Davis Novels & Stories

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.

He had completely ruined my day and to think that it meant absolutely nothing to him. We approached a group of people talking and Davion was immediately introduced to them. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is Davion Hendrickson. CEO of one of the biggest construction companies ever built in history and also the youngest billionaire to be ranked on the 30th in Forbes this year." The older man introduced and my jaw dropped in shock.

After the second ring he answered the phone. "Miss Nyla, I was just about to call you. We found out about the journalist who wrote the article," he delivered." His name is Davis Jonathan. At least that his journalist name. " "Davis Jonathan?" I whispered. His name rang a bell in my head but I couldn't remember where I've heard it from. "Yes, he's a high ranking journalist known for covering controversial stories," he added. "Okay thank you," I muttered as I ended the call." We've gotten the name of the journalist," I said to Kael.

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.

This time, Nyla didn't hang up but chose to answer the call. "Hello." The voice on the other end trembled with agitation. "Ms. Jayston, you finally answered! My name is Ryan Davey. My father, Vincent Davey, was one of the workers who died in the Harris Pharmaceuticals accident six years ago. "I saw the news about you sending Cyrus to prison. I want to meet with you. I have some evidence. Are you free now?" Nyla remembered the name Vincent Davey, but...

' "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

- said my father. "No, cool off, Stuart, let your son know the truth about Davis," Davis's father suggested. "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 want to be standing with you! But I can't be with someone who sees me as a project to be secured, or a casualty in waiting! I am a person, Davis. I have a life, I have a career, I have a future that doesn't involve being locked in a cage—even if that cage is made of 'safety'!" Davis stopped. He looked at me, and for a second, I thought I saw the man I loved peeking through the armor—the man who loved the smell of wood shavings, the man who listened to my endless rants about the Law of Equity, the man who held my hand on the dock. But then the flicker died, swallowed by the gray, rigid intensity of his vigilance. He leaned the shotgun against the wall. It was a concession, but it didn't fe

James sounded politely looking at him seeming to scan his face behind his hoodie and fist. "Hi sir", Devin replied dad without taking a look at me but looked back at Xavier who glared back at him. "Anha, I remember you now boy!", James said to Devin in a manner of them been seven miles away from each other. "At the school packing space when some holes were trying to make a better use of your battery",Devin sounded in a likely student's manner. "Oh yeah,you would like to come along with us",James said to him then looking back to Xavier and then to the empty seat next to him.