Josef Refugee Novels & Stories

"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.

His people had been laying in wait and intercepted me before I could make it to the ceremony where I was going to be awarded for my work in gene repair. Josef was cruel, sadistic, and had no damn morals. He would do anything and everything just to get what he wanted. It did not matter what he did to me because I would never bow down to his demands because I refused to give him weapons that would destroy those who opposed him. He had a witch that was able to bypass the need to mark me in order to conceive. The only solace at that time was the fact that he did not pass me around to his men because he would not take the risk of anyone else fathering the pup.

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?”

“These people are freezing. Sick. Hungry. Some of the babies—Lena, they won’t last a night out here.” Lena nodded. “I know.” The crowd behind Nora surged, shouting: “WE NEED HELP!” “HELP US, PLEASE!” “LET US IN—WE’RE DYING!” Lena raised her hand, and slowly, the noise thinned—not completely, but enough. A man stepped forward from the refugee line, his clothes ragged, his face streaked with dust. His voice shook as he spoke. “I had a farm in the ridge. Nothing grew this year. Not a root, not a drop. Our well turned to mud. We lost everything. We have nowhere else to go.”

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.

"Tell me about the newcomers. The ones who arrived with the last refugee group. How many were there?" Jorin frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. "Maybe fifteen, twenty. Families, mostly. A few single men looking for shelter after Cole's raids." "Single men." Natasha's voice remained flat. "Any of them stand out?" A hesitation. Jorin's gaze flickered toward the refugee quarter. "There were three who came together. Said they weren't related, just traveled safe in numbers. One was big, dark hair, kept to himself. Another was thinner, nervous type, always looking over his shoulder. Third one was quiet. Too quiet, if you know what I mean."

Daxtor would reprimand him at most, and he would lose a factory. Lewis asked, "Why did you cooperate with Devin in the first place? Now, you're handing over everything so easily." Josef casually crossed his legs and said, "Because I was poor back then. Now, I'm not. Besides, I'm not a member of the Leighs. Whatever happens between you and them doesn't concern me. I'm only helping you for the sake of Josie." The reason was simple, but it was the truth. Josef might seem influential in Golden Francisco, but he wasn't in charge of the finances.