Josh Futturman Novels & Stories

Right after dinner, Joe called the moment I got home. “Rae, I heard the Professor wants to talk to you about a project,” his voice came through, punctuated by the familiar clacking of keyboard keys. “I know Joshua and Thomas. Oh, and Robert—turns out he’s Joshua’s son. His father stepped down as Alpha and became a science consultant for the Moon Valley Alliance. The son? Mostly famous for gossip, and apparently, his eyesight is terrible.”

At age 42, Javan was divorced, heartbroken, alone and had lost passion for his establishment. Addison is convinced by her best friend to come to a club on a Friday night so she could forget about Joshua. Addison takes the shot and agrees to go hoping the night goes well but Addison is approached by her ex boyfriend, Joshua, at the club. Addison, heartbroken and wanting to get back at him, states she also has a boyfriend and grabs a random stranger claiming him to be her boyfriend. Joshua is stunned and Addison realizes that the random stranger she grabbed is Javan Roswell, CEO of Roswell Corporations and Joshua’s father. Joshua accuses Addison of cheating on him all this while and being his

He laughed. “You asked for my name, but you haven’t told me yours?” Jasmine asked. “Josh.” He said, “Josh Tillman.” “Alright, professor Tillman where do we start?” Jasmine asked. “Let’s go to the office and discuss this side project of ours.” He said as he walked to one of the side offices that was further down from every other.

My future self, her face streaked with tears, was wearing a prison uniform. "This is my only chance to contact you. I beg you, leave Michele. No matter what, you must escape that place." I didn't know what exactly would happen five years from now. But seeing that face, identical to mine and etched with torment, I answered inwardly without a moment's hesitation, "Alright, I promise you." Gathering my thoughts, I picked up my phone and dialed a number. "Don Cosimo, this is Emilia Amato. May I ask if I can still join that cross-border humanitarian aid project you asked me about before?"

Victor felt as though he was punched in the guts. "You loser… Josh Schmidt, you're a fucking loser!" Josh grew anxious when he noticed the majority of public opinion in favor of Jameson. He nearly broke his phone out of anger. "Jameson Schmidt, is this your doing? You must have leaked the news!"

Maybe Susan would lend her the key so she could take a look around. And what was all that hogwash about Josh not having a pastbeing a mystery man? He worked for a big investment firm, or so he'd claimed, and they would have records. Now, thinking about it and what she actually knew about Josh's past, it was next to non-existent. He'd always been alone, never mentioned any friends or coworkers. Her trusted friends and acquaintances she'd introduced him to seemed to like him, but he was always with her when they expressed themselves.

With that, he ignored Piper's sobs and turned away. He boarded his flight just before the gate closed. He had to bring Audrey back as soon as possible. Light rain was falling when I stepped off the plane. I stood in an unfamiliar city, uncertain where to go, when an umbrella opened above my head. I turned and found myself looking into a pair of deep, steady eyes. My eyes widened slightly. "Nathan Prescott?" I was genuinely startled. The man chosen for my alliance marriage was my childhood friend? A classmate from another department in college.

But the article didn’t mention the name of the group. His wife had said something about that, hadn’t she? Joshua had to give up his advisory position. I clicked on more links, but they led nowhere useful. Social media results pulled up two different people, one a muscular guy with a motivational page, the other a scrawny man devouring an absurd amount of food in mukbang challenges. I got sucked into watching the second one eat seventeen cheesy beef burritos in under ten minutes. Disgusted with myself, I shut the window. Another dead end. And suddenly, I was hungry.

When she began to protest, I turned back to the waiter, "Um...What's your name? I need to leave an excellent review in your favor." I had to save him from my mother’s clutches. That was the reason I asked. My mother, being my mum, was going to make that call, with or without Anthony’s consent, so I had to save him. After all, it was really my fault. "I'm Jacob Void." He said and stretched his hand for a handshake. "I'm Fiona Winchester." I said and accepted his handshake, then forgot how to breathe. Control yourself girl, you need sleep and rest. I commanded myself.

, Jared repeated the question. "The fortress was created by a research scientist named Gary Bradley and his wife Lily Bradley after the first set of evolved humans were found and the first set was he and his son. Two years after the inability to control his abilities of growing eight times his original size whenever he was angry or excited, he decided to create an institution named the fortress because he knew he wasn't the only one going through the difficulty of controlling his abilities. That same year, his four year old son who was diagnosed deaf started bleeding excessively from his ear and a medical doctor and otolaryngologist by profession named Alexander Scott told Doctor Gary that h