Josh Richards Stories Novels & Stories

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

“She really adores you, you know.” Christian smirked. “She’s not the only one I’m trying to impress.” Olivia rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her grin. “Come on. Let’s not leave Josh to hog all the spotlight.” The two reentered the room to find Josh in the middle of an animated story about one of his childhood escapades. Ruth laughed, her cheeks flushed with colour, while Eunice sat on the edge of the bed, wide-eyed with excitement. “And then,” Josh continued, “just as I thought I was safe, the neighbours dog came charging at me! I ran so fast, I could’ve given Usain Bolt a run for his money.”

Anthony Lee was one of the world's most famous actors and he was standing right in front of me. "Don't move... " he ordered. see you next chapter, you can follow me on fb @Authorfaithodulesi and Instagram @faithodulesi want to talk about my book? join Facebook group Faingels and interact with other readers ^*^

“Besides, who doesn’t want to associate themselves with the infamous Josh Matthews? The man is a legend.” Josh Matthews. The man whom no one had seen, especially after the tragic accident. Richard couldn’t help the uneasiness that crawled down his spine. The day Josh Matthews met the horrible accident and lost his wife, was the same night Richard woke up in the hospital too, with barely any memory at all.

Josh stayed still for a while, allowing the hug. “Are you sad, Grandma?” Josh whispered curiously. “If I were sad, would you cheer me up?” Josh leaned back slightly, his big eyes locking on hers, then he smiled. “Of course. Do you want me to tell you a story?” “What kind of story?” Kate brushed his hand over his round cheek. “Mr. Handsome said he has storybooks in his study. Maybe… one of those?”

The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes. The movie ended in two hours , nafisa and fawaz were already sleeping. Khadija sigh before joining them. They woke up around four in the evening, prayed and they sat talking. "Naffy, it is getting late. Let me get going " Khadija said to nafisa . "Okay"She replied and run off to her room. She got chocolate cake, and chocolate biscuits for fawaz, then Khadija's favorite square veil. The house felt empty, just like her an empty soul when her husband left her. she flipped through the cartoon channel , sighing heavily. She missed her husband.

stood on par with me, arms crossed. He looked menacingly at Josh, he didn't understand his reaction. Josh looked at him too, and he got a little scared. I could feel it. "I have to go," he says, turning and leaving. I turned to Rich without knowing anything, he stared where Josh was gone. He was totally serious, he seemed angry. His countenance was scary. -Rich? Does something happen between you and Josh? I asked low. Rich blinked and looked at me. -What? No, it's just that I kept thinking about who would have done that to the poor boy, ”he replied casually. I frowned. "I have to go now," he adds. "Won't you receive classes?" "I want." "My mother and I have to do something," he murmured ver

Ashley tells me with a smile, her eyes twinkling as she tells me about her favorite projects, the weird clients she's worked with, and how much she loved drawing as a child. Josh tells stories too. About his hobby of collecting classic watches. About his love for old cars and road trips. About his frustrations in the world of family business, where every move has to be carefully calculated like a game of chess. They laughed together as Josh recounted how he once almost got lost in the middle of the Nevada desert because he trusted his GPS too much. Ashley replied with a story about a small beach vacation in New Zealand that ended with a funny incident when she got caught in a rainstorm with

His other hand stayed locked on my waist, holding me still while he touched me like he already owned the right. “Josh is young,” Richard continued, voice still low, almost conversational. “He’s rough. He’s hungry. He takes what he wants and leaves marks. I can do all of that.” His fingers curled, pressing the fabric of my shorts against my clit in a slow, relentless rhythm that made my breath stutter. “But I can also ruin you in ways he hasn’t even thought of yet. I can take my time. I can make you beg quieter. I can make you come so hard you forget whose name you’re supposed to say.”

"I'm checking on Henry. Don't follow me." "Joshua, wait." Joshua stopped on the first step. He didn't turn around. "Thank you," Richard whispered. "For the... for the truth." "I didn't do it for you," Joshua said. "I did it so my son wouldn't grow up smelling a lie." He disappeared into the shadows of the second floor. Richard walked into his study. He sat in his chair. He looked at the empty desk. The silence was deafening. He reached into his drawer and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. A journal. He opened it to a blank page.