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.”

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.

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. ...

, the guys exclaim. What is Joe going to do now? He just saw a side of Alice he never expected to, in his wildest dreams; which have actually been quite wild lately. He isn't proud of it, but it is the truth. While she works in the office, he would look at her and see himself making love to her in several ways. He would imagine making her pout in pleasure and ecstasy while he continually filled her with himself. It's almost as though the corporate divide between them which professionally restricts him to his imaginations have heightened the frequency of his fantasies.

Then he followed the trail of Eric afterwards. *** Joe sat in class pale, wondering what his second day in school would look like, the worst thing that would happened in a beautiful day like this, is when he sights Mr. Franklin by chance. This time, he would reveal the truth to the public. It was really impossible for Joe to concentrate in the class. He thought of sister, his mother and his fiancee Imelda all at the same time. Although Joe had made up his mind to live in a new life as the rich kid. He still finds it hard to forget the fact that he had families that may be passing through serious coma.

here is a brief description! JOE- He is 6ft tall, blue eyes, brown hairs. A 22 year old Computer expert, hacker, geeky by nature, loves to design new programs and all the breakthrough technical advancement the team has, are because of him. He is not mascular but not too lean. He has good looks and an innocent face. He knows the basics of self defence but not as good as the other members. He is an orphan and was taken by Zieve under his wings. He feels indebted towards Zieve for giving him everything and consider him as his elder brother. He is the most loyal and trusted member of Zieve's team.

Even now, at the edge of death, Joe was thinking about his legacy, about how the world would judge him. “Joe, no one believes that—” “They will,” Joe interrupted, his whisper gaining a sharp, desperate edge. He gripped Davidson’s wrist, his grip surprisingly strong. “If he wins… he will bury me… as a monster. A joke.” He drew a ragged breath, his entire body straining with the effort of his next words. “Win it, Davidson. Not for you. For me. Win it… or they’ll bury me… as a tyrant.”