Josh Gonzales Novels & Stories

Pierce heaved a sigh and drew her closer to himself. Abel walked in at the same moment. He came with a short man, who smelled heavily and had long, dark, unkept hair. He had a piece of burger in his hand and a laptop by his side. Rosa's eyes moved from Abel to him and back to Abel again. “Who is this?” She asked. “His name is Josh. One of the greatest hackers in both human and werewolf history. He would get the job well done” He sat down close to Abel, eating the burger like it was a breath of fresh air. They all watched him silently until he was done before he turned to them, wiping his lips with the back of his palm.

They were engrossed in viewing, they didn’t take time to explore their own environment. The sound of footsteps brought them out of their little trance in a flash. A man wearing a black T-shirt and a pair of grey trousers showed up. He had dark blue eyes and short light brown hair. His hair was in a pompadour style. The hairstyle was unfamiliar. “I’m Josh, Leila sent me to you. You must be the Prestorian Crew, right?” The way he talked was strange. What is Am? They all thought. “Y-yes, we are the Prestoria crew.”

That's right, he was that person. Josh. Joshua Lim.

I need name. " Er ... The miss is Kelly and the other is apparently her boyfriend, sir." His name is Taylor! ’ The man speaks slowly, as if recalling the names from his memory, and I grow impatient. “ And the other is Josh. “Josh,” I repeat with a sneer. "Text me when they come out." I want to know everything, Gonzales . I hang up and go take a shower. I will work until she arrives. And when it arrives, I need to reinforce to Cecília that she cannot treat me like this. The girl is not going to do what she wants and think she can leave it at that.

Yes, even I have a damn conscious. “Speaking of Carmella. She has gotten close to Josh. We need him in the game. He is also on Teagan’s shit list.” I say to him because he knows I’m right. Josh Langton and his family are in our pocket. Without us, they wouldn’t have the positions they do now. They have helped us with getting our product and weapons across the border.

Tristan spoke, charming the judges with a wink that made the girls in the stadium cheer. Josh created a sympathetic, plastered smile, showing his dimples to the audience. “Hi everyone, it is I, your President from Cagayan Prestigious High School, Josh Anderson. And I believe that trophy is ours.” Everyone cheered for Josh, which made his system chill. Someone yelled, “Mr. President, you’re a fucking legend!” Josh laughed harmonically, spotting Thomas in the crowd. “Okay, do not overreact, dear audience, and please, enough with the cursing,” Josh commanded.

“Valdez, you start giving out the orders. We need to find a man that we trust, someone who would be guiding them there, and getting to know them. While I know that we can easily access the cameras, but you know, there is nothing better than getting to know the people by mingling with the people, what do you think?” “While I know that this may be off context, Alpha, but I have news for you,” Ezio said, making me raise an eyebrow as I waited for what he was going to say. He smiled, his smile calm and genuine, letting me know that it wasn’t work related. “Luna Ella and Daniel just arrived to the Estate. I can assume that you would want to see them.” He said, and I frowned. “They should have arr

The groans of the injured echoed faintly against the marble walls. And in the middle of it, him. Nolan. Standing tall, chest heaving, blood soaking his shirt. His eyes were still sharp, searching the room as though he refused to let his guard down even now. He was tending to a few who are wounded. He was taking care of them, making sure that they were all right. He was helping out with lifting anything that was heavy. But I saw it. The way his left shoulder hung wrong. The deep gash along his collarbone, still dripping. He was doing his best not to show, but I knew that it hurts him. I had seen the way the rogue bit him.

I gasped through a giggle. "And Josh Nelson," she continued, "he's the enigmatic, bad-boy type, always in black—and have I mentioned hawt?—coming in at twenty-nine. Rumors circulate that he’s affiliated with gangs, mafia and all that, but there’s never been any proof." "Enigmatic, clad in black, those two are correct. The bad-boy part I don't know about.”

A BLESSING OR A CURSE? Giordana. Gone to L.A. for business. I'll be back after a week. P. I read the note scribbled on a sticky note posted on my bedside over and over again. Sighing heavily, I dropped on my bed. He's gone to Los Angeles, this issue is not something that can be discussed on the phone neither can I message him. I needed to talk face to face with him to know the next step but from the situation at hand, that's only going to happen a week later.