Novel & Cerita Josh Gonzales

He winked before sliding his thumbs in his waistband, slipping his shorts off as Celeste turned her head, but not before we caught a glimpse of his cock. “Holy shit that was-“ Celeste gasped. “Huge. That was fucking huge.” I finished her sentence, mentally picking up my jaw from the floor. Before we could fully process the enormity (pun intended) of what we just saw, Julius was standing before us in wolf form.

Josh Callahan, a new winger from Dallas who hit like a freight train. Josh was tall, broad-shouldered, with a cocky drawl that said Texas before he even opened his mouth. His hair was sandy blond, sticking up like he'd run a hand through it one too many times, and a faded tattoo ran down the inside of one forearm. He wore his confidence like armor, but there was an easy warmth to him too, the kind that made you want to follow him into a fight. Josh bumped his fist to Noah's shoulder. “Don’t worry, rookie. If Coach hasn’t run you into the ground yet, you’re doing fine.”

, I said as the others nodded in agreement. “ So, Francis, what were you able to find out about this Josh?” I asked, turning my attention to Francis. “ Well um……”, Francis began, placing his butt so well on his chair, “ his full name is Joshua Stone Reynolds, a twenty-one year old law student at the Colombian university. He was born in Texas but was raises up here in Central city”, he cleared his throat as if he wanted to say something more important, “ now, I tried looking up on his exact origin; his father, his mother, and all that, and the funny thing here is that there was no particular record about his origin”.

I was doomed if I was to be captured once again. "Sir, I don't think we'll be able to continue with our search..." One of the guards shuttered as he approached Alpha Kyle. "Why?" Alpha Kyle frowned. "We are already in the territory of another pack." I couldn't help but sigh in relief when I heard this. This meant that I was safe, but then I couldn't rejoice so quickly, what if he insisted on searching for me? "Fine let's head back." Alpha Kyle's voice came after sometimes. Hearing this, I couldn't help but sigh in relief. Even though I could hear the reluctance in his voice, I knew he had no other choice but to head back.

It was black, but standing beside it was a man at a podium. We looked at each other for a second. His expression showed a flicker of curiosity that he immediately covered with contempt. I’d bet anything he was the other side’s interpreter, but where was the one who was actually negotiating? “Let’s begin,” Lorenzo said coldly, and the screen lit up as the Zoom call connected. On the other side sat a handsome man in an office, with blond hair slicked back and deep brown eyes. Even through the screen, I could tell he was an Alpha. And more than that... why did he feel like someone I’d met before?

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.

“You don’t look the part. Anyway, I just wanted to be sure that my son here wasn’t lying. I trained my boys to be responsible. I wouldn’t want the bad eggs to infect them.” Such a kind man. He referred to David as his son, not his nephew. I looked at Dave, ready to smile at him, but his head was bowed low. Just then, someone came inside. Joshua? Is he also a driver over here? “Oh, that is my first son, Joshua. He works as a front-end developer at Wellins Firm.” This is getting more interesting than I thought.

His father was named the third richest man in the world by Forbes recently. They have a family donated clinic here on campus, where he sometimes assist the doctors on duty. He is one of the best graduating students in the science faculty. Despite their wealth, he is very humble and you can hardly tell from his first appearance. we are both rounding up our second-degree program. Nelson is the school Director of Social (DOS), we became friends after we were inaugurated as the school executives, he is very nosy and talks too damned much. "Damian" Lucas called out again. Making me startle a bit on the chair I was sleeping on.

They disappeared because they were preparing their next move. His phone buzzed again. Confirmed. He appears to be heading toward Milan. Kane stared at the message. His anger settled into something colder. If Mona's father had left the country, finding him would be more complicated. But complicated didn't mean impossible. Kane reached for his phone and scrolled through his contacts. He stopped at one name. Enzo Alvarez. He hadn't spoken to Enzo in a while. He hadn't needed to. Their relationship had never been built on constant conversation. It was built on favors, debts, and the understanding that when one of them called, the other listened.