Jonah Simms の小説・ストーリー

He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table. He pace about for more than five minutes before he finally walk towards the chair he sat on earlier and lowered himself unto it frustratedly. " We can't do this without Maximo Santino's help. He is the right man for the job " " Do you think he would agree on it? " Santana asked with his face twitched in confusion. " I can't be sure. I have never meet this man in person. All I Heard about him was that he is as handsome as he is sadistic and he is on his way here as we speak " Mattia responded stunning his two colleagues again.

Anthony shouted after me as I hunted for the take-out menus in the kitchen’s junk drawer. “Anthony James, you can take your plans and shove them where the sun doesn’t shine,” I heard Simone fuss from the stairs. Anthony James? He’s fucked. “Ms. Simone!” my boys shouted. I had no doubt they probably dog-piled her, pining for hugs and kisses that they claimed she gave the best. I returned with a Chinese take-out menu. “Hey, Simone.” “Hey, Jon,” she replied sleepily. “How was your day?” “It was good. I possibly have a new client.”

It wasn't aplomb; it was fear. He pecked out a message, his unfamiliar fingers stumbling. Jonah. Sorry. This is a mistake. Can we--- He did not have a chance to continue. A news alert came through on his screen, a push message from a notorious rumor blog. SPOTTED: Jonah Jones, Lone Wolf. The "Billionaire' Boyfriend" Looks Miserable and Alone at Downtown Dive Bar.

"Dressed like this for me. Begging for it. She was. And she hated it. Her knees felt weak. Then his hand slid to the back of her neck, warm and firm, and he tilting her head towards his belt. His other hand moved toward his zipper, slow, taunting. “On your knees,” he ordered. For one terrifying second, she almost did it. Her body wanted to obey. The mate bond was a chain, and he was pulling it tight. And then reality slammed back into her. This was Jon. Sullivan’s son. The enemy. The man whose side was killing her friends, whose father wanted Noah and Emma dead.

Remi let out a painful gasp. "Cut the act," he commanded. "I've been hankering after an opportunity to make amends with that man. I promise that he will arrive on two legs and depart on one if you truly called him here.” At last, Remi became irate. Reaching for a throw pillow, she threw it at him. She had looked him up on the game's backend system after that night at the club. Jonah was, in fact, among the highest-paid whales in Game Fest. In essence, he was an ardent fan. She had put up with him for this long only because of that.

I knew instantly who'd done it. Before long, the Internet was piling on. "Ten years is more than enough to leave someone in the dust. Mark seriously thinks he can beat Jerome? The same guy he personally shipped overseas to study? What a joke." Then one comment caught my attention. "Is it just me, or is he actually the guy who used to simp for the Burkes' long-lost daughter they just found?" "Nah, you've got it wrong. That's the Swain heir. Why would he be simping for her?"

Biting my bottom lip, I dialed the woman’s number, returning her call “Inna…” “Where the fuck are you? I’ve been…” “She was with me, mom” Nathan said, walking out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. His wet hair dripped on his shoulders, and I could see water droplets sliding down his chest “we couldn’t call because we were a bit too busy”

I asked a stream of questions into the still air. The room fell completely silent. Just when I assumed I would not get an answer, my laptop screen flickered on by itself. A single search bar glowed in the center of the screen. The letters appeared on the search bar one by one, typed by an unseen hand. N-A-T-H-A-N-I-E-L S-I-M-M-O-N-S. Nathaniel Simmons. The results loaded instantly. The top link was a news article from five years ago. The headline read, [Tragedy Claims Rising Finance Star Nathaniel Simmons in Fatal Crash.]

At this moment, his right hand was a mess of flesh and blood, with the bones protruding out from the skin. This man's grip strength with just one hand was enough to break a person's bones? He was like a monster! Jonah, inside the villa, had just gotten Jean settled in, and quickly went outside to make a phone call in secret. "Mr. Hemsworth, we have found Ms. Hemsworth." A deep, concise voice on the other end of the line asked, "What's going on?" Jonah apologized and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hemsworth. It's my fault. Ms. Hemsworth has been kidnapped."