Joe Burrow Imagines Novels & Stories

Rowan asked quietly. “I pretended things were normal,” Joe said. “Stayed hidden. Hoped he’d move on.” His voice cracked. “Yesterday, I learned the truth. He’s hunting us now. One by one.” Joe’s eyes glistened. “That man’s head was delivered to me last night.” He nudged a box across the floor with his foot. Rowan recoiled instinctively when he looked inside. “I’m burying him today,” Joe said. “Then I don’t know.”

If they didn’t complete this task, then their friends would have died for nothing. “It should be you,” the shivering Joe mustered a desperate smile as he stuttered out his words. His words stunned Samoa who was just about to suggest Joe escaped. “You are younger than me, and more talented. You have the potential to become a strong Predator, and join the Tigers of the Village. It should be you” Joe calmed himself slightly as he spoke. Although he still shook from the fear of his impending doom, now that he had come to terms with it, he sounded calmer than before.

The way my body had reacted before my brain could catch up. He was a damn good kisser. That realization settled heavy in my chest. I swallowed, adjusting myself in my pants and looked back at my phone, thumb drifting lower to the comments. “He plays like Mahomes but on defense too wtf.” “That was straight Mahomes-level instincts.” Patrick Mahomes? I scoffed quietly, rolling my eyes. "That anticipation level is insane. Pure football IQ" "The aura is crazy tho." "Sebastian Burkhart is HIM" And all of the sudden—

"You think Big Joe’s trying to play matchmaker again? Wouldn’t put it past him. He’s been rooting for you and Nathan like a cheesy rom-com director." I groaned under my breath. My gaze flicked toward Nathan. He caught it and raised his glass with a subtle wink. "Alright, alright," Big Joe cut in, leaning forward with a grin. "Let’s not scare Elora off with all this matchmaking talk. Let the drinks speak first." Big Joe was well, as big as he could be. He is broad-shouldered and burly with tattoos peeking from his rolled-up sleeves. He has buzz-cut hair, thick brows, and piercing dark eyes. He was wearing his usual dark shirts and jeans.

"Can you imagine?" "I don't know where this is driving out to but trust me, it's going to be much more fun than what we had been expecting," Joe taunted, still making a cute smile on his pale face. With his skinny core, Jake most times thinks about how he still endured everything they were going through without collapsing. "You should see the healer when you get back," Jake proposed and Joe laughed again.

It was his hope that through these sacred ceremonies, Chloe would be spared the anguish she had experienced in life. Joseph was unaware that it was all a figment of his imagination. He had not actually dreamt of anything. Having gone without sleep for several consecutive days, his body's self-repair mechanism had kicked in after enduring intense mental turmoil. Deep within him, he felt a compelling urge to do something for Chloe. Perhaps it was for his own peace of mind, or perhaps it was for her. At that moment, Joseph was unexpectedly consumed by thoughts of not wanting to live anymore. He never knew that longing could torment one to the point of madness, even transcending the boundaries o

Julius agreed with his best friend's idea, the boy pretended to wipe his saliva at the thought of hamburgers and cola. His face looked like a fool at the thought. "Just imagining it gets me so excited." Morgan said. "Come on everyone, time for practice." Shouted Joe looking very excited and one hand dribbling the ball. They all responded together in response to Joe's words. "Come on" *** Baby opened her eyes and smiled to see Dollan was looking at her, not knowing when he had done this. "Why are you looking at me? Stop doing that, I'm embarrassed." Baby looks awkward.

Though unreal, he couldn't bear the pain. Again his head is filled with rough imaginations which pushes out the logic in his mind. Right in this moment, he assumed he was faster than a car and so didn't need it. Or perhaps, he forgot they even exist. Suddenly a car drives directly into the corner with open doors. Joe falls right in and raises his head to a bunch of immigration officers. "You're an immigrant. We're sending you back to whatever shit hole you came from." The doors shut behind him. ...

“You believe in all of that?” “I believe in everything, Caleb. You should as well. How do you think we find our mates, the loves of our lives? What about the power we hold? How can you not believe?” Joe asked. He hadn’t really thought of it like that, but seeing it now, he understood. Joe put the heart on top of the soil and began to pull the earth back. Getting on his hands and knees, he helped, digging a big enough hole. The heart was placed inside, and he covered it up.

Lucy said with tears rushing from her eyes as she ran with the paramedics into the ambulance. Joe snapped out of his thoughts and rested his back on the chair which he sat. “It's time to let go of her” he said and heaved a sigh of relief. “I think it's time to play the real game. “Grandpa is dead and I already have too many enemies. If I relent in the company's position now, I may just be thrown out of the way” “I will be graduating from high school next week. It would be fun to continue this way, the poor boy who has lost his legs” Joe commented to himself.