Josephine Book Novels & Stories

She pats her abdomen for emphasis. Once she closes the door to her room behind her, she finds herself pacing back and forth, desperate for something to do. She can't seem to sit for too long. Her eye catches a book she's been wanting to read. Reading hasn't exactly fit her mood lately. In one swift motion, she grabs the novel off the shelf, jumps into bed, and opens to the first chapter.

His entire body goes rigid in a way I recognize all too well. He's scenting something. Someone. I freeze. My own senses stretch outward, reaching past the damp stone and the rotting straw and the ever-present stench of my own fear. And then, There. Faint. Almost imperceptible. But unmistakable. Jasmine. Honey. Rain on dry earth. June. She's here. Somewhere close. Maybe at the top of the stairs, maybe just outside the dungeon door. But she's here, and she's close enough that both of us, her estranged husband and his imprisoned former mate can feel her presence like a blade between the ribs.

she said with a bit of angst. “You’re a beautiful woman who is my daughter,” he grumbled. Smiling, she went behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I will be fine, pop,” she said in a soft tone as she kissed the top of his balding head. “Trust me.” “Well, you must eat before you go,” Viviane insisted as she stood up to prepare a plate for Eliza. A strong appreciator of breakfast, Eliza was surprised to realize that she wasn’t the least bit hungry. In fact, she felt full.

And that thumb that draws circles on my shoulder bone just added diversion. Maybe he's not angry. Or maybe he is, because what he's doing is torturing my insides right now. I fucking want him. The search goes on and we didn't find anything else than we already know. Yet, exploring a piece of that past was not a bad experience. At all. It turns out that Josephine is a good friend and advisor of Zynia. A very good friend. "Au's probably preparing dinner." Aiden said after we finished exploring the journals. It helped. A lot. Though further questions were also left for us after.

Lucille’s POV I should have known. The guards gestured towards the bank of the sea. Josephine stood there, her hands behind her back. She was dressed in a blue cover-up beach dress. The wind blew to the side, revealing her well tone legs. Josephine was past her prime in age but she looked nothing like it. She was a beautiful woman. Not even age could fade that. I stepped into the sand, my shoes in hand, approaching cautiously even though she didn’t look anything like someone who would hurt me.

She learned how to smoke and her ears has three piercings each. Brian can't let her go down to an indescribable path all because of her ridiculous notion that she have to prove herself. Even just for the sake of their past attachments, he had to remind her how to be human once again. "But how am I going to do that if she's hiding from me?" Brian mumbled softly as he turned the page of the book he's reading. Once they get inside the campus, it was like Josephine gets injected by chicken blood and she bounces to god-knows-where. They won't see each other again unless it was time to go home. Incredible.

"Let go of you?" Josephine sneered, "Don't worry. I'll let go of you when you die." Elizabeth's face turned pale, "You..." Josephine got closer to Elizabeth and whispered in her ear, "Elizabeth, to tell you the truth, you won't live long." Her tone sounded like that of a devil from hell. "Josephine, are you insane?" "Mm." Josephine let go of Elizabeth's hair and took a step further away. She nodded and said, "Yes, I'm insane. Otherwise, why would I catch you here? I'm not so boring."

Alexander Later that evening, Josephine's sitting cross-legged on the couch, her laptop balanced on her thighs and her hair in a messy bun. She's wearing her college hoodie and those damn booty shorts that accentuate the curves of her nearly exposed ass. She’s all focus and frown lines, scrolling through merger analytics with laser precision. I settle behind her, hands finding her shoulders, kneading gently. “You’re tense.” I work my thumbs along the tight cords in her neck. “You’d be tense too if investors wanted answers from you yesterday,” she mutters, not looking up.

His hot breath hits my cheeks, he puffs a smoke of his cigar on my face. "I will let you go for some reason…especially because my wife is here…" his voice raucous, as his hands caressed Josephine's cheek, he kissed her on the lips. I couldn't help but just look away, I was supposed to be the one enjoying those lovely lips of my Josephine, not him. I was dragged away from the room by two of his guards as I looked back and saw the look on Josephine's face… she really did prepare for this escape, and I failed her.

Lewis didn't even pause before he walked into the house. Phineas spoke up by his side. "What do we do now, sir?" "Go get a signal jammer." "Yes, sir." Phineas watched him walk into the mansion. Tactfully, he stopped and decided to leave the premises for the night. Lewis stood by the entrance, his gaze falling on the figure on the couch. Josephine sat idly on the couch, her head lowered as she studied the band around her ankles. Her hair fell on both sides of her cheeks, shielding her line of vision. She hadn't realized that Lewis was back yet, not until a hand landed on her head.