Josef From Refugee Novels & Stories

"This time, you will die if you don't tell me what I want to hear. And when I'm done with you, I'll go after Rowena and your unborn child." All the fight left Josef at the mere mention of his wife and unborn kid. "Not them. Please, not them. Don't touch them." "I'm a father myself," Austin said as he threw the bag on the floor and sat down again. "And I love my wife and kid dearly. There's nothing I wouldn't do for them. I imagine you're the same, Josef. Now, don't try to be a hero. Do right by them." "Okay," Josef coughed, his bloody spit flying everywhere. "I'll tell you everything."

Don Vandolf assured. “So am I! Let’s stop this relationshít, Vandolf. I wish you and Bonivie and your child happiness. Don’t worry, I can play the role of mother and father to Jacob. I have to go. Our son is already waiting for me.” Josefina was about to turn away when Vandolf suddenly pulled her close to him. He hugged her tightly. “Thank you for bringing Jacob into this world. Thank you for being a good mother and father to him. I hope he doesn’t inherit my stupidity. I will miss you, Josie. I love you and Jacob,” Don Vandolf said.

Jose, who was resting in bed, suddenly sat upright in fear. He immediately roared, “You’re not allowed to defy him, or else I’m taking your damned life!” Then, he got up and transferred himself to a wheelchair to meet Jairo. Kayson’s glass shards had cut his legs, and his tendons had yet to reconnect. Jose hastily said, “Sir, this is bad. Kayson is at the Roselle Lodge!” Jairo was startled. “What’s going on? Why is he at the Roselle Lodge? Didn’t Beyond Construction give us permission to demolish it?”

“Men like that already have one foot in the grave and still haven’t learned a damn thing. Money, reputation—they’ve had more than enough. And yet the animal in them still crawls out. They should spend whatever time they’ve got left doing something decent for once.” It was Christmas, technically—but Josef’s life had nothing to do with holidays or relaxation. No sooner had he dealt with the Collins couple than the situation with his “son” came knocking again. Actually, it had never really stopped. After the Christmas Eve banquet, once Laurent found out he was adopted—not biological—he’d been stunned into silence for one night. Then he showed up at Josef’s hotel with his wife and son, begging o

YOSEF The flight to L.A. is uneventful and somewhat boring. But I stayed alert all throughout because I don’t want to risk another escape attempt from Pegasus. I didn’t update Calli too to be able to focus on our mission. Kheemo and Jheemo stayed alert like me too.

She sat down on her bed and looked at her hands, questioning herself with the same question she asked after Albert left her. ‘Have I really tried to kill a benevolent monarch?’ she voiced out her doubt in her ideals and convictions. ‘Is he really that kind of ruler? Were we led on to believe wrongly? Was I deceived?’ Josef touched the window, smiling. Thanking the people from the depths of his heart, for the concern and for the love his people has shown towards his brother. He walked to the Augustine Chapel of the palace to join the people, and there he saw some of the palace staff holding their own vigil. They rose and bowed to him, preparing to leave but he raised his hand, telling them th

“What do you know about Joseph?” “David and Mark have been with the colonel since we arrived and they haven’t returned,” Julianne replied. “We don’t know anything.” At that precise moment the door to the room opened and David and Mark entered. “Doctor, I’m glad to know you’re okay!” David said, seeing that Hansen was awake. “How do you feel?” “I’m fine. What have you heard from Joseph? Did you manage to locate it?” “Yes, we found him,” Mark said, “he’s already in Israel, in a house in the center of Jerusalem.”

A faint response suddenly came to his ears. Patrick froze, then quickly looked up. He saw Yosef, who had been unconscious, now with his eyes open, staring at him. Patrick’s eyes widened. “Mr. Nelson?!” Yosef’s pale eyes slowly moved, noticing his hand wet with Patrick’s tears, a hint of disdain flashing in them. “I’m not dead, why are you crying?” “You’re… you’re awake!” Patrick’s face lit up with immense joy. Yosef withdrew his hand from Patrick’s grip, propping himself up to sit.

"Who are you?" Yosef whispered, "I studied under Master Cloudwalker, Sir Cromwell used to call me Yosef." Hamza heard that, he glanced at his grandson. His grandson, obviously wasn't happy. That means this Yosef guy was up to no good. Hamza took a moment to size up everyone around him. He didn't believe in Environmental Energy practice, but just by looking at their expressions, he could tell that they were of high status. I came for Amelia from their family!

I sat down beside Melissa. “I got this, Javier. I will be fine,” Melissa whispered in my ear. Funny, I was the one telling her this an hour ago. “I don’t want them to scare you away. You might decide to leave me because of my crazy ass family,” I joked, leaning over to busher temple. She laughed and opened her mouth to reply, but that was when Joseph decided to make his grand entrance. “¡Buenas noches a todos!”he shouted and then walked over to Melissa and kissed her on the cheek.