Novel & Cerita Josephine Godfrey

Fiona couldn't help but glance at Frederick again. That man had such charisma and individuality! "2.5 billion and one dollar..." Byron felt his heart leap into his throat. Wasn't Frederick clearly provoking Josephine? "M-Mr. Lester, please don't act rashly! Offending Alexander is already trouble enough for us..." Byron stammered nervously. Josephine was the number two figure in the Crimson Robe Society, known for her cunning and unpredictability. She was even more troublesome than Alexander!

With the exception of having to free his slaves, his was one of the few plantations that escaped the war unscathed. “I was just expressing our apologies to Mr. Kennedy for Pauline’s absence. It seems she had the need for a new bonnet today,” Josephine said sweetly while she studied Aiden with piercing eyes. She still believed he was hiding something and she wouldn’t be content until she found out what it was. “The lass is a difficult one to understand,” Dennis chuckled. “One day she’s sulking around because she fears marriage and the next she’s singing and skipping off to buy a hat as if she hadn’t a care in the world.”

Josephine Cromwell- or Jossie for short was the most beautiful she-wolf in Rabidcrest pack. Standing at about five eleven, she had the eyes of pearls and the hair of a raven's wing. Her hair touched her stomach in length. She was skinny. Clearly not fed right. That didn't stop her from her beauty. She had pale snow-white skin and plump nude-pink lips. They were kissable. She described them as so once in a mirror. Josephine's favorite color was black and that was all her wardrobe consisted of.

Except for Geni, of course. "Ugly… ass… sailor outfit," Geni mumbles as she writes. "You are supposed to be writing down who gave us what," Tiffany quips to her quietly, making sure no one else can hear their exchange. "Not judging the gifts." "Oh, I'm judging, all right," Geni spouts back. "I'm judging so hard on some of this shit." "When I saw those little shorts, I just knew it would be perfect for Rowen's son," Josephine says loudly from across the room in her thick whatever accent. She never lost it when they moved here from Portugal many years ago.

'I didn't know the master was that kind of man' Jack thought as he covers his gaping mouth. The maids were also surprised. They didn't think that their master was such a douchebag. 'Oh god' they all thought in unison. "How old are you, milady?" Jack asked. "17" Amelia answered as she took a bite of her dessert. The servants all looked at Alfred with a questioning gaze. 'Why didn't you inform us of this?' They wanted to ask but couldn't because of Amelia in front of them. 'She's younger than me' Lily thought. Lily looks down, suddenly feeling ashamed for herself. "I'm sorry for asking," she said.

Made simpler, she does not want to fall deeply in love. However, that dream never through. When she met him, he tore the corroded walls apart effortlessly and erected a four lettered tower on her world. The foundation was hinged on an unknown silent strength. It was so easy for him to plant a seed in her; a seed of love, but he never cared to nurture it neither was he there when it grew. How hurtful it is. Grace Anslem was the first child out of two. A graduate of psychology from Lagos State University. She is based in Abuja