Josephine Godfrey Novels & Stories

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.

“Don’t you get into my bed if you wear this!” “Don’t enter my room. I detest the body odor on it.” “There might even be stinky sweat...” If Josephine were to hear such remarks, she would probably be instantly enraged. In any case, she was the prettiest woman in the Miller family that the Divine Heir of Olympus fancied. She was most likely to be a deity’s wife, the queen of the world in line for a lofty status. Surprisingly, someone had detested the magical treasure in the form of an undergarment that she had worn.

How could anyone not remember her? Never mind. She will make him remember her. "I'm Josephine Steward. We were classmates in school." That was a desperate attempt. Seeing Zaria laughing at her quietly, Josephine hid the resentment deep in her heart and smiled gently like a mature woman at Elian. She knew men admired gentle and patient women. Once she became the wife of the young master Anderson, she will teach this girl a lesson for life.

'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