Young Jonathan Davis Novels & Stories

I could feel someone's eyes on us and quickly patted him to let go. "Hello, Davina," Jonathan greeted my daughter excitedly, raising his hand for a high five. Davina rolled her eyes. "I am ten, Uncle Jon, not five," she said with a bit of attitude ignoring his raised hand. "Yeah, but I am your favourite uncle, so please," Jonathan begged trying to make a puppy face. "Hey! That positioned is already filled," Bobby yelled as he came out from the kitchen, a stunning, very curvy dark skinned woman trailing behind him.

“We found out that Jess has been hiding something insane.” Her eyes widened. “What?” Jessica asked. “Her actual name is Jess Davis…” I told her. Her mouth dropped open. “As in Benjamin Davis,” I confirmed before she could respond. “Wait…she’s a Davis?” Jessica asked anyways. I nodded as my response as Jessica allowed for that information to settle in. “That would make Jonathan…” “A Davis as well,” I finished for her. “Which means he’s supposed to be the next Overseer.” Her mouth dropped wider; I thought it was about to hit the ground.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

"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.

“No, sir.” My nails were caught in the palm of my hand, and I resisted the urge to look up and confront him. Because the look made me realize that I had just “SEEN” the strange-looking man in front of me -- in the folder. He is George Davis’s nephew, Marvin Davis. First George Davis, now his nephew...What is this? They, the Davises, seemed to have taken over the packhouse, and we were drugged and put under house arrest like lost dogs.

had ceased; the old lions were back on the stage, and they were drawing all the light. But in the center of that bright, golden spotlight, Davis felt completely dark. Because despite all the resources of the Dylan empire, despite every effort João made, there was still no sign of Chelsea. The following Sunday was his first true day off in a month, and the silence of the house was deafening. The staff had been given the afternoon off, save for Julia, the head housekeeper, who was downstairs organizing the linens. Davis sat in the expansive, glass-walled living room, an untouched glass of bourbon sweating on the marble table beside him. The house felt like a museum—beautiful, expensive, and de

"Mr. Wright, I'm very sorry, but Miss Davis' records are sealed!" Revealed Aiden, the hacker Ethan employed to look into Samantha. "What do you mean sealed?" Ethan asked while holding up the phone to his ear. He was leaning back in his seat, utterly disappointed at the report given by Aiden. "Well, I have her basic details and it's like what you had thought. She is the daughter of General Winfield Davis," Aiden reported. "I found a marriage certificate between Miss Davis's mother, Sarah Turner, and one Winfield Davis."

He also got wounded by the broken fence when the man threw him into it. He had barely recovered when he saw the man coming for him. His eyes fell on the gun and he quickly grabbed it. Before he could think he had already pulled the trigger. The man stopped as the bullet went through his chest. Jonathan thought it was over but the man started walking towards him again. He moved backwards and fired at him, thrice and this time the man went down. "Drop your weapon, police," came Davis's voice. Jonathan dropped the gun to the ground and put his hands up in the air as Davis and the two other officers drew closer.

Henry Davis lay down on the bed roughly. Few time ago he had just spent some time alone with Daisy Windsor and wished they both could enjoy their success to beat Nicko. He was disappointed because his men came back to report that a group of people had helped Nicko during the attack. But it turns out that a Henry Davis still has a plan B. He asks his men to go and find out where Nicko is, just to monitor the young man and report the results. As his body was lying down and feeling the relaxation on his back, the smart phone he had placed on the right side of the bed rang. He got Christopher’s name written on it.

Davis gritted his teeth and asked, 'Cotyledon, if you really like him, then dad will tell you to stay with him for you, okay? Jones Davis didn't expect Mr.Davis to be willing to do this for himself, and his eyes turned red. Mr.Davis didn't know about the situation between her and Hugo James, and thought that Hugo James refused to be with him, and he wanted to get back together but couldn't. When he said that, he almost put down his dignity and wanted to ask for a relationship for her. Jones Davis directly reached out and hugged Mr.Davis, with a little sob in his voice: 'Dad, you don't need to do this for me. I won't be with him anymore.'