Josef In Refugee Novels & Stories

Joseph raised his hand, ordering the men he'd brought. Bruno finally realized these weren't his men, but Joseph's people. Seeing Bruno look toward the door, Joseph sneered: "Don't bother looking - your men are waiting for you downstairs!" Bruno looked disbelieving, but Joseph continued: "Oh right, your people in Meracia and America have already switched sides." "Impossible!" Bruno roared like an enraged lion. "When faced with substantial benefits versus empty promises, what's impossible?" Joseph cast a contemptuous look at Bruno. "You only have one way out now."

Kylee opened the door and practically shoved me inside, she tried to slam it in Josef's face but instead he put his elbow out and the door bounced backwards. “I'm sorry but is your name even Kylee?." “Yes, my name is Kylee." “You're not a stripper?." “No." Josef went quiet. “It's been months." He mused. “Yes, it's weird that you still remember me." “I could say the same thing about you." “I hardly forget people's faces, I never forget anyone I meet." “Especially when you were begging that certain someone to stop because you couldn't take any more. Especially when that someone had fucked you into daylight."

Conversation with people who'd built something functional in the wasteland. "How do you survive out here?" Maya asked Martinez over dinner. "Same as everyone. Work together. Share resources. Defend our own. Make hard choices when necessary." He paused. "We had to turn away refugees last winter. Sixty people showed up. We could support twenty. Had to choose who to accept. Still think about the forty we rejected." Maya understood. "You carved stones for them." "Not stones. Names in a book. Same principle. Someone has to remember what survival costs."

Josephine POV. It's been over a week since I last spoke to my love Max Berkeley, the heist we had planned together didn't work out. I really wished it had worked as planned, I am but a shadow of my own self, the prison I call a mansion stands to remind me of my Sacrifice…a sacrifice I made to save a father, a decision I made with unwavering commitment and love. Looking at my phone, I could see recent uploads of Max Berkeley on Snapchat.

Dylan wiped his palm over his face and heaved out a deep sigh. There’s still a lot of things that are needed to be done in his works. There were documents that needed to be signed, as well as proposals that required his attention. He took his phone from the desk and scrolled through the latest news for a while until eventually coming across one in which hundreds of refugees had arrived in their states seeking asylum after the war erupted in their home country.

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.

Yosef initially wanted to accompany Yvonne to fly back home, but after the factory incident last time where a worker took him to court for unreasonable trouble, he could not leave the country as a defendant. Yosef was very anxious he could only call Zachary. Zachary jumped with anger when he heard Yosef said Jade brought Leo back home. “What’s the matter with you? Didn’t you promise me to take good care of Yvonne and Leo? How could you simply let that crazy woman Jade take him away?”

"I thank you for your service to our country and our neighbors. The regional conflicts have made life difficult, if not impossible, for many of my people. Our citizens would've starved or died in war if it weren't for the refugee camps. Your sacrifice is appreciated." Shaun refocused on Radik, who appeared to be sincere in his praise. She thanked him and when she looked back at Jozef, his strange expression had passed, replaced by the blank look he wore when he was doing business. "Should we get started?" Radik leaned back in his chair, his gaze, which was much warmer now, on Shaun's face.

Joshua said and cast a spell to teleport James to the forest while Theodore was helping him. In the meantime, Joseph visited the girls and their mom and talked about how he had planned a future for the three of them. Nova and Pearl were busy playing with Joseph's wings while their mother was happy to have a new start over. After some talks, Joseph sent them in a car to an NGO in another state where the family would be able to start a new life.

“I could consider moving to the U.S.” Edward shot up from his seat. “Are you serious?!” “OF COURSE I am! Do I look like someone who jokes about this?” Josef huffed, beard bristling. Edward stared at him. “You always call New York an ant nest. Three days there and you’re already dying to come home. How would you survive actually living there?” Josef waved him off. “I’ll manage.” Edward opened his mouth again, but no sound came out. He looked torn between laughing and crying.