John Deacon 2023 소설 & 이야기

David caught that detail immediately. Interesting. “Hello, Mr. Grey,” John said, turning toward him. “I’m John Brown, CEO of Northstar Media.” Jabco shook his hand firmly, his movements controlled and unreadable. If David was showing respect to this man, Jabco wasn’t careless enough to act otherwise. “Hello, Mr. Brown,” Jabco replied. His eyes stayed on John for only a moment before drifting back to Riyana. His expression darkened slightly. She sat there calmly, as if they were complete strangers, as if there wasn’t years of history between them.

Eyes wide with terror. Victor Kane stood behind her, mid-fifties, silver hair, tailored suit, and the smile of a man who enjoyed his work. David Blackwood leaned against a crate to his right, green eyes fixed on Jenna the second she stepped into the light. Victor clapped slowly. “Brave girl. Or stupid. Either way, welcome home, property.” Jenna’s legs shook, but she kept walking. The bullets inside her hummed faintly, Dean’s thumb hovering over his phone.

Andrius nodded and took a step forward. His cold snort already made Deacon furious. “Who do you think you are, brat? How dare you spout such arrogant words in front of me? I only need to utter one sentence to make it impossible for you to move in the capital!” After speaking, Deacon looked at Jane and said gloomily, “Madam Montecarlo, who is this person? How dare he utter such arrogant words? It’s truly an eye-opening experience. You Conerys are like a sewer next to a dung heap!”

Deacon says, releasing me to fetch the dishes. As we sit down to eat, the conversation flows easily between us. We discuss potential moves, strategies for navigating the political landscape of DC, and the logistics of balancing leadership with parenthood. Deacon’s insights, peppered with his unique brand of humor and occasional curse, keep the mood light yet focused. “It’s going to be an adventure, isn’t it?” I muse, halfway through the meal. Deacon grins, his eyes alight with excitement. “The biggest one yet. But there’s no one else I’d rather take it on with.”

Dina appeared in the doorway, her eyes wide and voice harsh. “You said ‘we.’ Does that mean Spence is here too? Where is he, Deacon?” Her words trembled as a note of fear slithered its way into her throat. I’d seen Deacon in action, and he was just as intimidating as my father, but his range of emotions was far beyond that of the previous Vampire King. Sadness rippled across his face, tainting the blues of his eyes until they grew darker in color. “He was wounded badly, Dina.” Was all Deacon said before Dina surged forward.

Deacon reached over and took one of his brothers' drinks out of their hand and sipped, “much better.” His brothers do not dare to say a word against him. “See you on Sunday for the wedding,” Deacon said, standing up, grabbing the first girl that was smiling at him, and walking out of the dining room. “Prince Deacon, just a moment,” King Juno tried to stop him. “What?” Deacon looked back at King Juno. “Jessica is only eighteen and I think it will be best if you are engaged for a year or two first,” King Juno choked on his words, eager for Deacon to leave again.

“I need it to prove to you that I accept your deal.” “Play me and I will-” “I promise that I only have one option of survival here, and it's you.” A couple of minutes later, Deacon had his phone and according to his request, he was placed toward the warehouse wall, facing Ethan and the others with his phone in between them. After eyeing the guns pointed at him by Dice, Jerome, and Scorpio, Deacon sighed and then activated his screen recording app before making the video call. It took a couple of rings and then Senator Landon face popped up on the screen and he gave Deacon a death stare.

She could only watch as John seemingly claimed victory. Then Mr. Jason’s voice cut through the crowd: “Please, hold on. John is not the winner yet.” Silence fell. What? Was there a mistake? Whispers spread. “Damian Kade. $7.5million dollars.” “What? Damian?” Lyra’s mother gasped. Lyra looked around, searching for whoever represented him—but there was no one. It felt as though she’d jammed a hotspot connection as her face lit up joyfully. Attention shifted instantly—John was forgotten in an instant.

Deja grumbled. “Look, I don’t have time for your romantic crisis,” Nico said. “Because we have the Donovan Foundation Gala tomorrow night, and both Ren AND James will be there. Perfect opportunity for reconnaissance.” Deja groaned. “Another gala? How many charity events do rich people need?” “It’s how we justify our obscene wealth, sis. Now, what are you wearing? Please tell me it’s not another neon catastrophe.” “Actually,” Deja said with sudden inspiration, “I was thinking of going... presentable.”