Josh Washington X Reader Novels & Stories

I'd rather be dead. Joshua was crouched by the end of the sci fi spot next to the chair. His body leaned into the shelf as he read the book in his hand. "Hey Joshy." He doesn't flinch or anything. He smiles to me, and responds simply with yo! My eyes roll. I pulled a white bag from my side. I'd carried it through the school without thinking much of it. I handed it to him, and Joshua took it without looking away from his book.

A sudden voice boomed making us turn our heads. Read entered the room looking exhausted. His long sleeve has rolled its way up to his arms, two buttons are opened revealing a little view of his tattooed chest, he threw his suit jacket at the couch and looked at us. "Inka was asking about a certain person name Keziah and we told her that we didn't know any person with that name but she insisted that there is one," Josh answered Read looked at me, raising a brow before he heaved a sigh and sat at the edge of the bed.

Joshua mumbles, not looking at him. “I’m serious. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” “You know… maybe you should just worry about yourself and your bond with Addison than about me and my college applications.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Javan folds his arms in front of his chest. What now? With a derogatory snort, Joshua puts the dumb bells down. “Why would I tell you, if the first thing you’d do is run to Addison and snitch on me? Surely not. If you want to know what I’m talking about, make an I*******m account and look at her profile.”

' Xenia noticed the people there were all men, and they had minimum clothes on them. However, she quickly snapped out of the daze when she remembered that she still had to catch Darryl. "Tsk, tsk, tsk!" After some time, a compliment broke the silence. A male guest, who stood the closest to Xenia, asked with a smile, "Hey, Pretty! Are you new? I haven't seen you around before!" He was Joshua Rivera, a thug leader in the Senreve City, and he was rather influential and powerful in the area.

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To Josh, Tristan was a constant terror in his life. He knew he couldn’t avoid him. No matter where his soul went, Tristan was always there, attached to him. Josh kept asking himself why. In that moment, he felt an emotion deep inside his heart, as if he were sinking into a cold ocean. He forced himself to continue reading the book that his brother, River, had given him. ———- Josh’s hands were busy as he stared at the whiteboard in front of him, keeping the final chords of his body perfectly rigid. He didn't blink once as he focused on the words, rhyming his mind with the answers while he placed them down with his pen.

Xavier said. Josh and Bronson joined them in their activities over the next weeks. They both followed Thea around, unconsciously drawn to her. They were never outside of touching distance, though they never did touch her. They looked at her like she was the Holy Grail, and they weren’t worthy to touch her. Josh showed particular interest during the lore and brainstorming sessions. He asked lots of questions, getting caught up on the supernatural world he was now a part of and the war that was coming for them. “I want to serve you,” Josh said to Thea one afternoon.

“Listen, dude. I’m not interested ok. In whatever games you enjoy inflicting on people. I-“ Josh was silence by the sudden screeching stop they took, hurdling Josh so close to the windscreen his breath misted over. Josh was too out of it to even curse the other, his soul probably on its way to the next life now. He was left frozen, mind absolutely blank with even his name forgotten. “We win,” Xander said, reaching over josh to unbuckle him with one of those shit eating grins that seemed to restart his mind. “Fuck,” Josh whispered and before he knew it, he was throwing up all the contents of his non-existent breakfast. Haha, who’s laughing now motherfucker.

Although the situation that brought us together was difficult, there was a strong bond between us. Jaxon leaned back in his seat, looking me straight in the eye. “I have a hard time trusting others. But the same cannot be said for you. There's something about you that makes me feel disappointed. It feels to me like I'm wasting my time here”. I paused, unsure of how to respond, my heart stopping for a moment. Jaxon’s air of confidence and mystery stood in stark contrast to the obvious weakness in his voice. At that moment, I realized that maybe it was more complicated than it seemed. Beneath the layers of power and wealth was a man struggling with his own inner conflicts and des