Josh Gonzales Novels & Stories

Camilla and Derek say in unison. "Next is Adrián Lopez. The smart one." He even looked it, with his geeky glasses, smart pants and suspenders. Don't let all that fool you, he's a player. "Jose-Antonio Guttierrez. We call him JAG." "And I am also the babysitter for the rest of these dumbasses." JAG adds making Camilla and Derek and the kids to laugh. "And last but not the least, Christiano Goméz." He smiles kindly and nods at them.

- I asked my father, never letting go of Angel's hand. My father's widened eyes looked down at our joined hands. Angel immediately pulled his hand away. I gave him a sad look. - The handwriting's not from Brady. Furthermore, it is signed “J.”. – My father says. - So who's that "J."? – I asked, confused. My dad and I look at Angel, but he has no idea.

I sat alone in that row of three seats, and cried and cried and cried. "Donna?" I looked up to see a tall, lanky man with an overgrown beard. "I'm Angelo." He offered. "I am Sergio's underboss." I nodded. "I'm not your Donna. Your Don is inside fighting for his life because of me." Angelo eyed the seat beside me, and I told him to sit down. "Jace is dead." He said. "Good." "Landon is alive, but we have him now." I nodded. "Okay."

He scowled, "in my defense, I had a little to drink before, I totally forgot about the exam" "Yeah yeah," I shrugged "you ever plan to tell Christy the extent of training we actually got?" He looked to me with a raised brow, "you plan on telling Jade?" I rolled my eyes, "fair point" "Gentlemen," Liam mumbled as he walked into the room again "this is Mr. Gonzalez he and his team will be working with us on this assignment" "It's nice to meet you," I told him as I shook his hand, Joseph did the same.

Zoe Holy shit is the man different to the boy. The Greyson Elliot I remember was scrawny and shy. He didn't speak, he muttered. We all thought he was dumb, he never spoke, never answered questions in class and despite his nickname, he was always clean. The clothes he wore were second hand and a bit tattered, but they were always clean. The man? Well, the man is an asshole. A fuckable asshole but an asshole none the less.

ENZO CLINTON! ​

The moment the words left Joshua’s words, the crowd exploded in an uproar. Everyone stared at Joshua, busy discussing the man’s identity. “Who is he, why is he so blatantly rude and arrogant…” “You don’t know, right? He’s Mr. Joshua Lynch from Banyan City, the man who destroyed the Walter family! He acquired the Larson Group, now the Larson Group is his… And the groom, Ben Zeller’s ex-wife, is the daughter of the Larson Group…”

Joshua pushed Mendoza back to the ground with his foot when she tried to get up again. "I'm Joshua Smith, and I hate Hezell as much as you all hate him." Joshua introduced himself to them without looking up. It didn't take long for Landon to recall where he had heard the name before. "Joshua Smith? I thought you were dead." "As you can see, I'm hale and hearty. And to confirm I'm not lying to you, you can confirm from Cleopatra later.." Joshua smiled, glancing up at him. "Cleopatra? You went to the Council?" Landon asked, walking up to him.

You can’t touch and kiss someone through a phone screen. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him. Fuck, he’s hot. His dark brown hair was tousled, looking like he’d tried to tame it with his fingers, but he was sweaty, and it didn’t quite work. His broad shoulders and hairy chest are on full display, wearing only a pair of black basketball shorts. The shorts were hot and comical at the same time. They are comical because they are either Mikali or David’s. Therefore, they hang well past Logan’s knees, given his height difference from my guards.

My boots echoed across the floor, a sound that made the youngest of them take a step back. “You lost her, a pregnant woman with a child?” I repeated, tasting the fury like blood. “You had one task. Bring her back. And you’re standing here empty-handed.” Jonas bowed lower. “We tried, Alpha. We tracked her through the storm, but Liam… he…” The moment that name left his mouth, my vision went red. “Liam,” I said, softly, dangerously. “You saw him? And you allowed him to escape? With her?”