Josh Richards Stories Novels & Stories

"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.

0 I tell Josh my story and he listens and to my surprise asks a lot of questions. He softens a bit when he hears everything and then stands up and walks to the ladder that leads to the very top of the tower. By the way he stumbles up I know he's had is fair share of the bottle. 0 "Look at all of that," he looks out over the pack lands, "you own all of it now. What's it feel like to go from dirt poor to one of the richest people in the world?"

CHAPTER 413 Joshua was waiting in the car. In the blink of an eye, he was already at Mona’s house. What were his mother Anne and Mona talking about? Joshua and Richard were waiting in the car and had no idea. “You didn’t good hurt, did you?” Joshua tried to make small talk. Richard’s expression was grim. After all, he had just distracted so many people of course, he would be hurt. He remained silent about his injuries and refused to admit it since he was used to it. When he was alone, he was gotten used to nobody caring about him at all. Which was why he wouldn't tell anyone about his pain. “No, young master,” Richard replied coldly.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

"I think you're different from others and can, at least, tell me this. I really want to know what it's that you fight for. Who exactly are you?" "Only Richard can give you the answers you seek if you apply wits and tactics," Joshua advised as he walked towards the door. "You and I know that Richard doesn't see communication as a good hobby to indulge in," Sarah said quickly just before Joshua opened the door. She looked pleadingly into his eyes. "Then, you shouldn't bother yourself with such boring questions, young lady," Joshua finalized, ignoring her pathetic expression as he jerked the door open only to come face to face with Richard.

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

Ricky felt like he was in some car racing tournament moments after he told Joshua the truth. Joshua wanted to get home at that point, he couldn't just go to Richards house he was unarmed. All he wanted was to arm himself and then leave. But he still couldn't figure out why Julia would be in a dungeon in Richard's house.

Josh couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this miserable. He was lucky Antony was so understanding when he'd explained about who he was and what was happening. He'd listened to everything Josh said, nodding his head. "So the crazy lady story was just that. A story." Josh nodded. "I'm sorry. I had to think of something real quick and - " Antony flapped a hand at him, brushing away his comment. "One question." "What's that?" Josh asked.

How am I supposed to function at work with this emotional rollercoaster he’s put me on? “He’ll be back soon, even before you know it,” Axel says reassuringly. “You know him so well.” “Yes, we’ve been friends since childhood,” Axel replies. He starts recounting embarrassing stories from Josh’s childhood, like the time he nearly drowned. Josh had jumped from a height into a swimming pool and didn’t resurface for a long time. Axel panicked, unable to believe that Josh, who was a good swimmer, was in trouble. He remembers screaming in fear as the pool attendant dived in and dragged Josh out, unconscious. Axel’s recounting of the story brings a faint smile to my face despite the underlying anxiet

It took him ages to fall asleep, but when he finally did, he dreamed of a half-naked Addison covered in dozens of love bites, laughing at Joshua’s outraged expression while dancing under hundreds of dollar bills Javan let rain down on her. For a moment, Joshua considers telling his father that he's too sick to go to work, but he has a feeling that Javan won't tolerate it. Especially not after Joshua’s behavior yesterday… Frustrated and sullen, Joshua opens I*******m and records a few stories, telling his followers that he had a 'rough night' and that there was 'a lot of shit going on' he'd love to tell them about but can’t. Fifteen minutes later, he walks into the kitchen. He finds Addison s