Joshua Colley Age Novels & Stories

With that, Joshua and Jessica rose to leave, and Louis simply watched them out the door. "Josh…" Although Joshua had asked Jessica not to address him so intimately in public, she still did so in private. "Did I do something wrong? Did Professor Cole not approve of me?" "No, you did great and came well-prepared," Joshua said, his tone gentle, full of reassurance. "Professor Cole has a strong personality. He focuses entirely on his academic work, so it's hard to read him or predict what he'll do next."

and then went to open the door. A man in his thirties, about 5’9, with average looks, walked in. He was dressed plainly, and there was nothing special about his appearance, but those eyes, sharp as a hawk's, added a touch of intensity to his otherwise ordinary face. "Chelsea, come, let me introduce you. This is Josh, he will be your agent from now on. Any work-related issues will be arranged by him in the future." Josh extended his hand, politely saying, "Hello Miss Ingersoll, my name is Josh, I'm thirty-five this year. I've looked at your resume, you are much younger than me. If you don't mind, you can call me Brother Jo in the future."

Jameson's POV Joshua and I are both 19. But that little 11-year-old Omega worked his way into Joshua's heart. Even with the age difference, their best friends. I think it's mostly because even though Joshua's 19, he's still very childlike due to the way he was raised. Being born and raised in that makeshift cage and not allowed to talk. Not able to learn about anything outside of that cage. Like the simplest things. Things that we take for granted.

I explain with a shrug, while Josh reaches out, taking my hand into his and rubs his thumb over my knuckles. He sighs, “I know it’s a shitty thing to do but Cole’s getting married, Shayla. Eventually, you are going to meet someone. If it’s not going to be me, it’s going to be somebody else.” He chuckles a little. “And to be honest with you, I don’t want to miss my chance again, because I didn’t ask. So, this is me shooting my shot.” “Are you sure Josh because this is going to cause you a hell of a lot of grief. I know Cole, and he’s going to hit the roof when he finds out.” I ask, and Josh shrugs a little and smiles at me.

He was heavily bearded as well, and a simple, kind smile adorned his face each time he smiled. As he walked in, the subtle scent of his cologne, a mix of cedarwood and a hint of citrus, filled the room. It was clean “Okay, wanted to have a word with him,” Cole said. I wondered what it was that he wanted to talk to Joshua about. Did his father send him to Joshua? Or was it something personal?

“Not funny. Accidents happen, and a child is for life, that responsibility never stops, and you’re only 17. What about college?” “Asher, stop,” Joel said, and laughed again. “I just like the girl. I haven’t even so much as kissed her yet.” “Keep it to activities with all your clothes on,” Asher said. Both boys laughed, and he shook his head. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack before I’m 30?” “How old were you when it happened?” “I’m not answering that,” Asher said, and stood up from the kitchen table. “Younger than 17?” Joel asked, and Asher shook his head again. “You know Colt has a big mouth!”

It’s what she thought women should do. “Yes. His name is Josh. He’s a university student, and speaking of that…” Miranda wanted to tell her about the new job. “Wait, what? He’s at university? How old is he?” The questions tumbled out of her mum’s mouth. Chloe scoffed. “About 12.” Miranda glared at her and turned back to her mum. “He’s almost 20.” Her mum raised an eyebrow. “You mean, he’s 19.” Miranda sighed. “Yes.”

I said, a little annoyed. Joshua is my younger brother. He just turned twenty years old. He was studying in college and, of course, he was also one of the people working underground. But handing over leadership to a child who's just stepped into adulthood feels like too much of a risk. "Joshua's not a big fan of physical conflict. He's a smart guy, and he'll be great at the underground work." I sigh, "If you use your head here, you'll go home with a cold and a dead body! You're just going to turn into a corpse." I said I'd wrap things up with Cross and then I'd jump in the car.

Joshua called his Mom, and she said it was not his dad. Joshua, now thirteen years old, is at a New Year's barbecue with his friends. It is dark; they are standing outside as there is this outbuilding; his friends call him over. It had a wooden floor with white walls; there were two sofas. Joshua and his friends sat opposite each other. His friend opened a wooden box, took out a small hollow metal pipe, he took out a small sachet with cocaine. He puts it out in rows on the table. “Woah, where did you get this?” says Joshua to German.

I sang, lifting up my invisible collar. "Racheal don't." "Yeah, Racheal don't lie." Josh spoke in a nasal voice. He turned to mom and spoke in a normal tone. "You know Colton's a flirt mom, the bad boy of our school. He has fucked more woman than I've seen clothed." "Yeah which must be very little because you are busy seeing them naked." I retorted.