Cruz And Josie Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Isadora's POV It's Josie Birthday and I'm planning on surprising the shit out of her. Josie is not a fan of her birthday, but she is a fan of hot men and sexy girls. In all the years I've known her, she has never once let me throw her a party. Not even a small gathering. So I told Rafael, if he helped me throw her a badass birthday party, he could get his privileges of touching and kissing me back. Oh yes I was serious about that. Its been days since he last touched or kissed me and he's going through withdrawal. Technically I am too but i can handle it.

She stopped in front of me and crossed her arms, studying me with full seriousness. “Luca is going to lose his mind.” “You cannot destroy someone by wearing a dress.” “You absolutely can,” she said. “And you are going to.” I laughed, shook my head, and went to change before I accidentally damaged something important. --- We spent the rest of the afternoon in my room. Josie sat on the floor with her laptop open, occasionally typing, occasionally scrolling, occasionally stopping to tell me something she had found or thought of. I sat on the bed with a few documents I needed to review, moving through them steadily.

Til he could go no more, he lay exhausted in her arms. **** Josie had ran like her sister had told her to do, when the fighting began. But she didn't run far, she turned to see Blaze killing her sister, she couldn't look away, this horror scene would play over and over again in her mind. She couldn't sleep, she was slowly going insane. There was only one thing keeping her from ending it all, 'revenge.'

That day, I watched my sister being pushed into the cave that she would never come out of. That night, I heard her screams from inside, but I got lost when I tried to follow her voice. Later, I returned to the village and pretended to have no memory of what had happened. I became Josie—the resentful, grown woman obsessed with the idea of marrying the god. Everything that had happened today was the result of a year's careful planning. Even though I had never seen the man in front of me before, I recognized his voice. When my sister died, I heard a man shout in rage.

You have to pull the bull by the horn when someone accuses you of something you didn't do We need evidence to prove someone is try to sabotage the restaurant and I won't rest until we find it" Jake was surprised to see this side of Josie. The Josie he knew when they were in high school wasn't the Josie he is looking at right now. This Josie is so fierce and confident, he liked it. Josie made sure Jake wasn't going to do anything to make them notice they were hiding, she made sure he was behind. They both heard the reporter and the waitress talking in a hushed voice and Josie could no longer hear a word. She looked fraustrated and Jake kept watching her. "I think we should leave now" Jake sai

"You don't even know Marcus Diaz's last name." "I know it fine." "I know you, Josie. This isn't you." "Maybe you don't know me the way you think you do." Each lie dragged me further from anything I could take back later. "He notices things about me you never bothered to." "That's a lie and you know it." His voice cracked right on the last word. "You're twisting yourself in circles so you don't have to say the real reason. Fine. I'm done trying to figure you out."

Their laughter filled the living room, but Josie felt like an outsider amid the joy. She had always been aware of everyone's fondness for Candice, but now she understood why. Candice's natural charm and youthful innocence were simply irresistible. Josie felt completely disconnected from everyone there. She returned to her room and texted Fenna, "Aunt Fenna, there's no hope left between Elio and me. I'm giving up." Almost instantly, Josie received a text message from Fenna. "Don't give up just yet. The outcome remains uncertain until the very end."

Between the pain in my neck, the heavy head…and everything that had transpired between Callie and I, I was a fucking mess. I couldn’t even think about Cleo, I was too wracked with guilt. “You love her.” Josie sighs out as she takes a seat next to me on the cold ground, her demeanour changing from anger to empathy. Her words weren’t exactly a question, more a statement. “Well…she is my mate.” “Not Callie you idiot, Cleo.” “What you saw…” I start before Josie cuts me off. “What I saw was two people who have known each other all their lives finally admit, that perhaps there is a love greater than a mate bond. Are you sure…are you certain Callie is your mate and not Cleo?”

Chelsey got up and slowly walked toward Josie. "Mom, how is Lucas doing now? What did the doctor say?" As she spoke, Chelsey reached out to hold Josie's hand. But Josie shook her hand away. "Don't touch me. Don't call me that. I'm not your mother!" "Mom …" Chelsey stared at Josie in shock. Just a few days ago, her relationship with Josie was as close as that of a mother and daughter.

I asked, my voice a mix of curiosity and concern. Josie looked up, her eyes reflecting a mix of frustration and anger, "Nothing, just trolls. People who don't know anything but feel entitled to pass judgment." Unable to ignore the tension, I stopped drying my hair and approached Josie. "Let me see…" I didn't even complete my sentence before she screamed. "No!" "Huh?" I asked confused. "Don't come any closer" She said but this only made me more curious. I smirked and them I dove onto the bed, playfully pinning her down.