Josef Refugee Novels & Stories

I said with a sincere smile. “Anyone who knows how to heal and help others is welcome at the sanctuary,” Jhosep said without hesitation. It was easy to see that Izan had followed the example of his parents, and his parents of his grandparents. Jhosep was a man who went out of his way to help, perhaps too much, but he was someone who did not hesitate to integrate anyone. I knew right away that the core of his family was precious, and maybe that was what I needed to give my baby, the best of examples.

Her free hand clutched a jar—last season’s dried beans, for barter or for comfort. At the tunnel, the world funneled would-be refugees and the desperate into a seamed line, heads down, faces set. Curfew or not, everyone seemed to know something was coming. The checkpoint was a pair of bulkhead doors humming with scanners and chipped paint. Just beyond, two guards in patched plastisteel watched the line, boots sunk in mud. Jensen was easy to spot—wiry, hollowed by hunger but still hinting at old muscle, a telltale shock of blond twisting from his hood. He didn’t wave, just jerked his chin toward the queue, then turned and walked through, trusting Xander to follow.

"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.

Joseph's ear felt on fire; they were talking about him. Before they could decide what to do with him, he spoke up. "Please, take me with you. They've killed my family, rounded up the whole poblacion up north, and killed anyone who resisted. I've got nowhere else to go but I want to fight. I need to fight. I need—"

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?”

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."

he paused, looked at me and my brother, and then asked me. “Can you tell me what the numbers on your tags mean?” “Yes sir. It means that my brother and I are the 46th and 45th refugees allowed into the North on the 7th of October, 2020.” “Wonderful!” Sir Cornel said, and I believe I heard his wolf growl excitedly. I tried to keep my composure and not allow the praise to get into my head. Because the reality remained that, I was just a refugee seeker and at the mercy of these people. I had to be careful.

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?”

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

"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."