Novel & Cerita Josh Gonzales

Kids lining up to buy gum from Charles Hartley for two dollars a pack. I rushed to my locker. Five minutes until the first period. “Yo!” I turned. Mason Drew. One of the few genuinely evil people in my class. Buzz cut. Good face. Around my height—thankfully. He wore a pair of Miles Morales Jordans, my dream shoes. “How was Mexico, my man?” he asked. “I didn’t go this year. Budget.” He laughed. “Dude, you got infinite money.” “I’m not rich. Have you seen my car?”

“And let’s not forget, he’s the one who turned Zack into a human punching bag, not Elijah.” Zoe opens her mouth to retort, but before she can get a word out, a familiar middle-aged man in a crisp hotel uniform approaches our table. His nametag reads Daniel, and his polite smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Excuse me, are you Miss Zoe?” he asks, his gaze flickering between us. Zoe freezes for half a second, then points at me. “Nope, that’s her." “Seriously?” I roll my eyes at her and glance back at Daniel. “What’s the problem?”

Nolan is quiet when I finish. The line is silent for a while, “No… you still there?” I ask, concerned about the silence. “Yeah. I’m still here. Your mate is human… are you sure?” He asks, rather hesitantly. “Yes. One hundred percent sure. Why?” “No reason. You said he’s famous. Who is he?” “Joshua Logan. Quarterback for the Packers.” I say and I pull the phone away from my ear, knowing what’s coming.

He offered. Nodding my head, I gave him a confirmation. The bartender served my glass. “My father wants to make peace,” Anthony blurted out. “Fucking bastard,” my shoulders jerked as I chuckle hard into my fist. This was the funniest joke of the century. My laughter faded into a scowl. “Why now?” “Because the game doesn't taste sweet anymore.” “Interesting. So the old man of yours wants to make peace after piercing so many bullets into me?”

"Your first ever official bout, and you won." "Yeah, you were pretty good," says another voice. They both turn to see a stranger. Taller than either of them, he is also in shorts and a vest. Dark-haired and hazel-eyed, he is fit and muscular, his shoulders broad for his age and his clear open face wears a disarming grin. "I'd shake hands," he says, "but I can't with these on." He holds up hands already in gloves. "I'm Joshua by the way, but everyone calls me Josh." "You're in the boys' competition?" asks Jenny.

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

Arjay said with disgust. "Oh well, please, you speak so highly of me and I have no idea who you are." Rusty replied. Arjay laughed and took a step closer. "The name is Arjay Bermudo..." "Commander of the Covert Ops of the Philippines Military" Joshua finished surprising everyone when he walked in. Joshua stood by Rusty then pulled out a gun and pointed it to Zhul who clutch Angel tighter. "Bring the others in" Joshua yelled. Soon a dark skin man with purple hair dragged in an unconscious Adrian.

replied Attorney Josh who was sure that the information he gave was true. "I don't know if I should believe these evidences," he added. Attorney Josh stood up and went to a window overlooking the woods. "She is really alive," Attorney Josh said directly when he was silent for a few minutes. "I didn't just investigate here, Mr. Gatciano. I went to the secret world. I know you know that," he continued. Because of what Attorney Josh said, Arthuro also stood up. He didn't know why he felt weak all of a sudden.

I let her slip past me as she moved toward that damn Saunder kid, who I was planning to use as my next punching bag—therapy, you know? “We probably need their family.” She glanced between Prieto and me. “Probably? Gelo?” I shrugged it off. “I guess having someone on your side wouldn’t hurt. But the Saunders don’t seem to be on your team. What do you think, Rex? Does she really need you?” I crouched down to talk to the kid, and Prieto pulled the gun away. “You jerk. Just wait until my dad finds out about this.” I rubbed my chin for a moment.

"No. I would rather stand." "Hey, sit down I said" Joshua glances over at Tiffany. Tiffany shakes her head. "These poor guys do not know whom they are dealing with.' Joshua, only ten years old, knew how to handle himself when it came time. He had a mafia tattoo with a dagger to his heart. Joshua is 6.7 feet tall and has short hair, light skin, and green eyes; his T-Shirt covered the MAFIA tattoo. He looked at the twenty-eight and American.