Joshua 1 9 Novels & Stories

Joshua refusing anyone to carry her but him, grabbed a hold of Emily’s arms and shuffled her onto his back. “Joshua-Joshua?” questioned Emily as Joshua was putting her on his back. “Up you go,” said Joshua. “Ahh!” screeched Emily. “What the-” said Beatrice, glaring at Joshua. “Hold on tight,” said Joshua. He started walking with her up the steep cliff. “Joshua-Joshua, put me down right now.” “What? You think I can’t carry you?” asked Joshua, turning his head to her. “What-What did you say?” asked Emily, as that was the same line, he said to her when they were kids.

Not the gentle, contemplative kind but the kind where spirit and soul wrestle beneath the weight of divine interruption. “God, what is this?” he cried. “Why me? Why now?” No voice answered audibly this time. But a scripture formed clearly in his mind: “Then the Lord put forth His hand, and touched my mouth. And the Lord said unto me, ‘Behold, I have put my words in your mouth.’” Jeremiah 1:9 James opened his grandmother’s Bible again. That verse was already underlined not by him. His phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number.

I couldn't even do anything other than watch my baby girl in pain! Nothing at all. " Nothing? That's not totally true, Joseph. You and I both know you can do something that will give you and your baby girl an utmost satisfaction. " The moment I heard that, I realized that I was getting misleading thoughts but just before I could counter it. Another voice spoke in my thoughts. " Joseph I am sure you recall what was written in Proverbs 3vs5? " " Oh yeah... I remember the verse said, " Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not unto your own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge him and he shall direct your steps. "

"Completely." Two words. *Completely.* The whole arc in one word. Every mile of it, the training mat at dawn, the shared grimace over David's fighting style, the journal on the kitchen table, the hospital corridor, the half-painted nursery. All of it arrived at *completely.* Joshua stood beside me. "As do I," he said. Val nodded from beside Nadia. One nod. Everything in it.

I stopped fighting — not because I'd given up, but because I refused to hand him that particular satisfaction. We made it three steps outside before the guards stopped so abruptly I stumbled between them. Joshua was standing directly in their path. I'd seen him calm. I'd seen him protective. I had never seen him look like this. "Let her go." Two words, quiet enough that I almost missed them. The guard on my right laughed. "You're outnumbered, wolf. Walk away." "I'll give you exactly one more chance to do this the easy way." Joshua took a single step forward, and I felt the air itself change around him, power rolling outward in a wave that pressed down on everyone in range. "Let. Her. Go."

I'm writing you this letter to inform you that my papa died today. I did not cry. Tears are only intended for the weak. My mama and little brother needed me no. And it's the best time for me to step up as the family's big man. Though I still saw myself as a little man, I left no choice. Lastly, I wanted to ask one last favour from you. Please, forget about me and I'll do the same thing for you. Don't waste your time sending me letters because I will never get back to the seashore anymore. You have your duties and responsibilities to your pack. So do I to mine. Goodbye, Joshua. " -End of the letter.

ELIJAH Joshua’s eyes turn wide, his jaw dropping slack for a moment. Then, a grin splits his face wide. “Really?” he bonds, his voice filled with disbelief and delight. "You're not pulling my leg here, are you?” he asks. “No, I’m serious, I admit, a touch of desperation creeping into my voice. "I know it's a crazy time to even think about this, but Verena… She's important to me. And right now, she needs me. Her pack, everything she holds dear… it's all in danger." I explain everything Cyrus had said, the weight of his threats pressing down on me. As I explain, Joshua’s frown deepens, his face etching with a mixture of concern and anger.

I palpebrated severally after hearing what the man said. Was he trying to say that Joshua is dead? No! No! No! I shook my head and looked at Justin but his expression didn't change. Did that mean that he also believed that Joshua was dead? I decided not to show my fear. "Well, let me tell you one thing... Joshua is alive. By now, he is probably on his way while planning your death and everyone's. Will you let go of us now or you want to get killed by Joshua. You know he has a very powerful weapon."