Josh Lanyon Novels & Stories

His fashion sense has never been the best, but the quality is impeccable. Landon always complains about how he isn't very strong, or attractive as the other males he went to school with. He's a little too skinny, his eyes are sometimes too lifeless, and his hair never stays in one place for very long. Popular or not, I see Landon as an extremely generous, sweet guy who's ego isn't related to the size of his biceps.

Lance clapped back. Josh bent down, picked up the folder and flipped open the pages. He didn’t say anything. Not at first. Just stared at the papers. His gaze drifted slowly as he read it. Then he looked up at me. He looked as if he didn’t know who I was anymore. "Lily...is this true?" Josh asked. My throat clenched. “I…I.” Lance interrupted again, his voice burning my ears. "She killed someone. And she ran. Moved countries. Started over. But you know the thing about running, Josh? It only works until someone like me comes along. And she made it too easy.”

Josh glared at me " Bro, I really am not able to sit for long hours... You guys don't get that! How do I tell Heaven that I am not coming?" " You are sick." Lan suggested " Yeah.. That's good." Josh agreed " Good Landon, how nice!" " He is smart at lying." Theo scoffed " No, man it's not lying, he is kinda sick." Lan said, rolling his eyes at Josh " Thanks, thanks... We can hangout later. Maybe, I promise." " Yeah just keep your word this time." Theo said " It's not his choice Theo. We all know the power of his brothers. We are having them as bosses. Imagine having them as brothers."Josh said

👀 From Johnathan Sugar Mummyyyyy Why are you so fineeeeeeee😍🔥 From Dera You got a man cos I want to lick you from Aishat She sent a laughing emoji to Aishat asking how she is. She had been calling her everyday. Johnathan was working on moving to Lagos in order to be close to Aishat. As she replied to messages, she sent a bunch of pictures and videos to James. After about 5 minutes later, she got a FaceTime call from James. "Good morning, beautiful," He said in a cheerful voice as soon as the call connected. He was in his car, driving and wearing a black traditional African outfit with a silver chain and watch. He looked really handsome.

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

I avoid his gaze entirely, and he laughs. “ Hello, Santino!” Ethan’s voice comes from the small device. “ Hello Ethan, how is the search going?” Santino asks, sounding all carefree, even though his face remains stoic. His shifts his gaze and his sapphire lock with mine for a moment. My lips part as I breathe out through my lips. Santino’s eyes briefly shift to my lips, he licks his, and they shift back to capture mine.

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?”

He was trying to reprogram his brain. “Okay, settle down. I will now announce the results.” The teacher was cut off by a deep and smooth voice from the back of the room. It made Josh’s eyes snap open. “I predict it’s Josh.” Nathan Donsol sat in his seat with a posture that was surprisingly elegant. His uniform was perfectly pressed and fit his frame in a way that looked effortlessly sexy. He had a dark and textured wolf-cut hairstyle that framed his sharp Korean features perfectly. His monolid eyes were intense, and his jawline looked like it was carved from marble.

I could feel the weight of his stare across the room. We exchanged furtive glances, each trying to appear indifferent. Every time each of us made contact, we looked away immediately, like it was a crime we were caught doing. Markos, with his tall, commanding presence and brooding demeanor, was impossible to ignore. He seemed as out of place as I felt, and the sight of him stirred memories I had long tried to bury. “Hazel, you seem distracted,” Mr. Alonzo’s voice pulled me back to the present. His tone was smooth, but there was an edge to it. He was older, with silver hair and a sharp, calculating gaze.

"This, such a large garden! It is so beautiful! It seems to be bigger than the acres of our field!" "There are fountains, big swimming pools..." Lanny’s eyes were huge. "There are so many servants in such a big house..." Lanny greedily looked at everything in front of him, his heart was full of jealousy. He unwillingly clenched his fists. Joshua was obviously a child of the Flores family; how could he have all of this when he was just a useless country boy?