Novel & Cerita Josh Washington X Reader

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.”

He was Joshua Rivera, a thug leader in the Senreve City, and he was rather influential and powerful in the area. Joshua's fellow followers agreed with his statement. "Brother Joshua, that lady is really beautiful!" "Today is probably her first day at work." "I'm surprised. The quality of the beauties in this spa is getting better and better. Brother Joshua, get her to serve you tonight!" Xenia had no expression on her face, and she did not respond to any of the comments from Joshua and his followers. At the same time, her beautiful eyes slowly swept around as she tried to find Darryl. She paid no attention to Joshua and his gang.

Pierce heaved a sigh and drew her closer to himself. Abel walked in at the same moment. He came with a short man, who smelled heavily and had long, dark, unkept hair. He had a piece of burger in his hand and a laptop by his side. Rosa's eyes moved from Abel to him and back to Abel again. “Who is this?” She asked. “His name is Josh. One of the greatest hackers in both human and werewolf history. He would get the job well done” He sat down close to Abel, eating the burger like it was a breath of fresh air. They all watched him silently until he was done before he turned to them, wiping his lips with the back of his palm.

Others were younger, with watchful eyes and twitching ears. And there, standing in the center, was Jaxon. He wasn’t dressed like an alpha. No armor. No symbols. Just a worn black hoodie and torn jeans. Yet every eye followed him. Every wolf leaned in when he spoke. He wasn’t commanding them. He was inspiring them. She stepped forward, and a few wolves turned, their hackles rising at the scent of a stranger. But Jaxon lifted a hand. “She’s with me.” Racheal entered the circle slowly. The firelight danced across her face. The stares were cautious, but not hostile.

she smiles. “What do you mean by freedom?” “Well, I overheard Joshua and Winter talking about you. He dislikes you, and he knows everything about you. Let's say that even though you helped Winter that day by protecting her from those vans and shooters. Joshua still does not like you because he knows who you are!” Nervously laughing, “know who I am?” Martin says.

Ace jumped in to change the subject. “I have. I love that place.” Rowen responded excitedly. “Oh good. Danny, and my dad have been working together to expand Reader’s Haven into a comic book store like Danny has.” “You’re kidding?” “No. Danny said you gave him the number for Josh, but Josh shut his place down awhile back so Josh gave Danny my dad’s number.” “I hadn’t realized Josh shut down.” “Yeah. He was ready to retire, and his daughter had no interest in the place. I think dad may hire on Josh part time to take care of the comic book side of the store.”

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

When I glanced at him, eyebrows raised, he expressionlessly said, “They’re mine, aren’t they?” Tilting my head, I could only stare at him; he was back to being Complex Josh again. But he ignored me as he raked his eyes over the song titles on the back of the cases and leaned forward, handing the mixed reggae disc to the driver. “Number eight, Ruddy.” Seconds later, Glen Washington’s Kindness for Weakness brought some life to the car, making Josh’s reticence easier to bear. Jesus, this chasing after the man thing was exhausting, especially when the man’s as spiteful as Josh.