Jimmy Johnson Romane & Geschichten

taking out five dollars in ones I reach out to hand them to him only for him to shack his head no. "What's your name" he asks catching me off guard, here I thought this Adonis of a man was just going to ignore me while we waited. "Harper, Harper Lewis" I hate my name with a passion, I still to this day have no idea why my mom named me Harper. I reach my hand out for him to shake and ask him what his name is. "Nixon Marsh" he shakes my hand and I feel sparks as if he was electrically charged and I pull my hand away quickly.

The people knew I was not merciful when it came to my reputation. The illegal underground world had named me, Viper -- the bloody vicious back-stabbing venomous snake who bit the prey silently without getting noticed. “Don't break his bones, he is an influential.” Jason spoke and hopped out of the ring. "Can't promise you that." Tying my hair in a high ponytail, I wore the gloves that fitted perfectly. Zipping down the jacket I wore, I tossed it to Nathaniel, Jason’s right hand. My black fitted tee coming in view.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

I realized he was talking about me. "The young one’s got such a tight ass on her." My body flinched in disgust, but I rushed toward the kitchen. Marisha had asked me to prepare soup for the old man while she handled his medicine. I was so fed up with the Britts. It was just a grandson and his grandfather. The grandson was a 28-year-old jerk named Johnson Britt. He was known in the business world for his reputation—and for being accused of embezzlement and money laundering.

He kept looking at his watch, annoyed until he us. I took that as my cue to leave the car and walk to him. He eyes me up and down and licked his lips before offereing his hand. I put my hand in his and he brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. He then smiled at me, showcasing his yellowing teeth. “When they said my date was beautiful, I didn’t imagine she was this pretty. You are very gorgeous.” “Thank you, sir.” “Call me Alonzo. The girls also call me daddy.” He remarked with an ugly laugh that turned into a heavy cough. I looked away in fear that some of his saliva would fall on my face.

“This is him?” “Yes, John Marshall, nothing notable about him either, just a hired gun who works security in the vault, No spouse, two children that are practically homeless and a mountain of unpayable debt, his schedule is predictable, Work, bars, whorehouses then he goes home to gamble in online betting events, He's a proper piece of trash.” “The perfect candidate, A true pile of human garbage.” Leo interjected.

In the cold night with crickets buzzing around, Alexander Johnson was driving home from his company’s third years anniversary party. It was said that, Alexander although beautiful than most women in the country and beyond, he was considered the most ruthless and heartless business man in the business world. At the young age of nineteen, he succeed the John and John Company. The company was said to be bankrupt but he built it up to be one of the best companies in the country and beyond in less than a year.

He replied focusing on the TV screen and choosing his football club. OK, sorry for keeping you in the dark. My name is Rotimi Williams, also known as Zeus. I am sure you would have known most details about me from Action god stories, but that was 5 years ago. Now I am 22 years old. I have been living in the city of New York for the past five years. Jackson is the son of my neighbor. He is a 7 year old boy who loves playing with me. He comes every weekend to play games on my PS10 game console. He is quite Intelligent for his age and he is a real gamer.

“Oh, John… You will like Lance Hamilton a lot, trust me on this! He’s a brilliant businessman, with such an interesting vision about sport… And all his employees love him. He has a fantastic health insurance plan. All his products are made in the States, he’s not shipping jobs or production overseas. What else can I tell you about him…? Oh, yes… He is a regular contributor to a half dozen charities and…” “Okay, okay… He is perfect! The guy is a real saint… I get it…” John exclaimed and held up his hands in surrender. “How do other men ever measure up?” “Oh, cut the sarcasm, will you?” John smiled looking at her expression, then checked his wristwatch and let out a sigh. “Sorry to break this