Joshua 1 9 Novels & Stories

Joseph made Joshua look at his eyes. Joshua looked directly into Joseph's eyes. Joshua couldn't control the tears that were building up in his eyes. While maintaining eye contact, tears started to slip through Joshua's eyes. Joseph panicked. He didn't know why Joshua was crying. "Joshua, please don't cry. I don't know what I did to you both, but please don't cry. Please tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it, "Joseph wiped the tears from his cheeks. Joshua was sobbing, "N-no, it is n-not your fault. Y-you haven't done anything. I think it is time f-for us to say g-goodbye."

“When you set out to do something, don’t let fear of others’ opinions sway you. Trust in yourself and your decisions. Your path is yours alone to navigate.” I stood motionless, rooted to the spot where Joshua had left me, his words echoing in my mind. He walked with purpose to the drawer where he forcefully stowed away the document, slamming it shut. Collapsing heavily onto the edge of the bed, he clasped his hands together, his breathing ragged and uneven.

It is 9 am as Joshua hears a cry waking up, stretching, and thinking about last night; what a night it was. Joshua thought of her lips over his, her gentle touch wondering if she was also thinking about him; Joshua climbs out of bed, walks to the bathroom, and sees his mom is back with his baby brother, who is crying; walking up to his baby brother, he lifts him gently, not to hurt him as his bones are fragile, kissing him on the cheek he says “I missed you little one.”

Chapter 91 Max’s Point of View My jaw throbbed where Josh's fist had landed, but the sting of humiliation burned far worse than the physical pain. The tension in the room was palpable, the echoes of Eva's commanding voice still hanging in the air. My fists clenched tightly at my sides as I glared at Josh, who stood defiantly between me and Eva like a damn knight in shining armor. “ Get out,” Eva said coldly, her voice cutting through the chaos like a knife. Her gaze locked onto mine, devoid of warmth, her words laced with venom. “You’ve caused enough trouble.”

Joshua seems to reflect before saying what he intends, and I admired him for that because it was a clear sign that he always thought before speaking, and that's a good thing because thinking before saying anything can prevent some hurt. "You can speak, Joshua," I insisted again. "I'm not fragile, and I always prefer things to be out in the open. Only then can we get to know each other better, don't you agree?" He takes a deep breath before speaking. "When you asked me not to play with your feelings, a red flag went up here," he points with a gesture to his head. "And I ask you, has someone hurt your feelings? And are you afraid it will happen again?"

I pressed the back of my head against the stone wall and closed my eyes. ~Josh. Please find me.~

"The top beam portrays the capture of Jericho and denotes realization. The priests, wielding horns, encircle the city of Jericho, bringing the Ark of the Covenant." [Defeat all the monsters in Tel Aviv and reopen the Ark of Covenant!] A ram's horn resounded on the whole city and the monsters went chaotic. !!! That day, monsters lurking in the city of Tel Aviv disappeared without a trace. [You have successfully recovered the land of Canaan, rejoice in the glory of your victory!] [In the biblical narrative, Joshua 5:26, "Cursed before the Lord is the one who undertakes to rebuild this city, Jericho: At the cost of his firstborn son, he will lay its foundations at the cost of h

Joshua Daniel was the god of might, the one who could both steal and give life. “Despite the fact that you tried to trick me, I have given you the greatest chance possible and am allowing you to leave safely. Now, if you say anything one more time, tomorrow I'll take away your family name from this planet,” Joshua commanded, his enraged eyes ready to swallow Rosetta, who tried to speak but could not find the words.

Joshua was different from the rest. He came from his core essence after all and thus, he had an undying loyalty for his maker. It was always the closest ones who remained ever faithful. "Am i the same? An outcast? A defective product that my Creator deliberately exiled me in this empty horrid night?" The First Consciousness trembled with this possibility. "Still..." "Joshua..." "Master?" "That's it for now. Let me rest." "Okay, master." "...and tell Shea that he has my blessing to journey in peace. If he returns, we shall accept him as if he never left in the first place."

"Joshua won't allow it." "I won't escape. I can never escape."