Joshua Hong Mga Nobela at Kwento

He said, raising an eyebrow at me. “She can't blow a punch for her own good, she's not going to be able to save herself if something happens to her, and it was nothing but me training her to know how to sustain herself. As you might know, she is my Luna by name. But that's it. It's just going to be something by name.” I said, and he sighed.

“Joshua, you paranoid prick. Still jumping at shadows?” I leaned back, let the silence stretch. “Talk.” “Damn, man. Cold as ever;It’s me—*Joshua*....Track team? Senior prank with the principal’s Benz? You really forgot?” Memory clicked...Joshua Park used to fence stolen phones, bragged about his uncle in the Korean mob. Small-time. Always sniffing for a bigger bone. “Yeah. I remember. What do you want?” “Heard you’re out of the game. All suits and boardrooms now. That true?”

They wore matching outfits; Josh was dressed in a neat silver tuxedo while Yang Tinxue wore a black gown with a bit of silver and a transparent stiletto. They walked forward, greeting Mr. Wu who came to welcome them. "Happy Birthday, Master Wu. I wish you many more years." Josh went ahead and greeted Old Wu, who sat at the Main table. The Old man squinted his eyes and nodded, "hmm, Thank you. You are?" Josh awkwardly laughed, "I am Josh Mel, Master Wu. My parents could not make it, I am here on their behalf." "Oh, you are little Mel's Grandson. I was an acquaintance of your Grandfather, how is your father doing?" Master Wu asked glancing at him.

Nursing on a whiskey neat, I see some of the sponsors and make it a point to get over to the new members. A little geeky-looking guy named Steve is here for our security division. He’s spent the last few years mastering hacking and the way he talks about systems is far over my head. He’s sharp, and having him here will be great for the team. Keeping our tech security division evolving with new blood, will keep us on our toes and always ahead of the curve.

"No. I would rather stand." "Hey, sit down I said" Joshua glances over at Tiffany. Tiffany shakes her head. "These poor guys do not know whom they are dealing with.' Joshua, only ten years old, knew how to handle himself when it came time. He had a mafia tattoo with a dagger to his heart. Joshua is 6.7 feet tall and has short hair, light skin, and green eyes; his T-Shirt covered the MAFIA tattoo. He looked at the twenty-eight and American.

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.

Mr Caine motioned for silence and the room soon became quiet once more. "Now that you all got the chance to take it in, I'd like to introduce Xavier Persons," he introduced polite clapping following his statement, as the door opened a man appears shaking his hand. Confidence radiated off his 6'1 figure, his black hair combed perfectly, his navy blue tailored suit holding his perfectly sculpted body. All eyes were on him but he went unfazed as he turned to face the room.

"Your first ever official bout, and you won." "Yeah, you were pretty good," says another voice. They both turn to see a stranger. Taller than either of them, he is also in shorts and a vest. Dark-haired and hazel-eyed, he is fit and muscular, his shoulders broad for his age and his clear open face wears a disarming grin. "I'd shake hands," he says, "but I can't with these on." He holds up hands already in gloves. "I'm Joshua by the way, but everyone calls me Josh." "You're in the boys' competition?" asks Jenny.

His teeth clenched at the thought of it. "How may I help you?" "Good evening sir. I am Detective Joha and this is Captain Depay." The two briefly took out their ID and flashed before him. Uncle Bob frowned. What has the police come to find… Detective Joha continued when he didn't say anything. "I'm sorry to come here unannounced but if you don't mind I would like to ask you a few questions…" "And what is this question that has made you leave your home to someone else's home at this hour of the night?" He asked with a frown.

"I usually prefer a good whiskey. Do you like Jameson?" "I'm Irish. What do you think?" They laugh and the next thing I know, he has the bartender pour three glasses of Jameson and then slides one over to me. "I'm Tommy and this here the funny-looking fellow is Joey." "Funny-looking?" Joey echoes, his tone playful. I reach for the glass. "Thanks. I'm Rylan." Tommy and Joey lift their glasses. "To new friends," Tommy says and they clink their glasses against mine.