Joshua Rosfield Novels & Stories

The night breeze lifted his hair, softening his sharp features. He knelt in front of my tombstone, fingertips brushing its cold surface, eyes full of longing. "Wendy. Rose." He said my name so gently. I hadn't heard him speak like that in a long, long time. He leaned down and kissed the photo etched on my stone. "You've waited long enough, haven't you?" he murmured. "I'm coming to join you." A gentle smile curved his lips. Then, without hesitation, he drove the blade into his chest.

The boys immediately kept quiet when they saw me, I was the leader of course. A feeling of pride settled on me as I walked to my favourite seat and sat down. The boys were all looking at me expectantly,waiting for me to tell them the next move. I took my time lighting my fat fragrance cigar, even after I had lighted it,i let it burn for a few seconds, watching the spirally smoke tendrils drift upwards and then disappear into nothing. "nice job boys.. "I said when the silence had become unbearable. There was a total of four boys sprawled either on the floor or on the couch. The youngest was seventeen, the oldest was twenty five, three years older than me.

Then my father’s voice sliced through again—only to break me completely. “Brace yourself. You’re getting married to Lucas Rodriguez by noon today.” I staggered backward, nearly collapsing. The room tilted. My hand struck a vase by the shelves, and when it shattered, dull red blood dripped from my palm onto the marble floor. They didn’t care. Not one glance. Lucas Rodriguez. The name alone made my knees buckle. I’d heard it whispered before—in boardrooms, in dark corners of the city, in the trembling breaths of people who knew better than to say it aloud. Enough to make men flinch in back alleys and moguls swallow their pride.

"And what about you, Josh? What adventures have you embarked on since we last met?" Josh's lips curled into a mischievous grin as he shared tales of his recent travels, the places he had visited, and the fascinating people he had encountered along the way. He painted vivid pictures with his words, transporting his listeners to far-off lands and exotic locales. As Josh spoke, Katie couldn't help but notice the gleam in Rose's eyes. It was evident that Josh's adventurous spirit resonated with her, sparking a flame of curiosity within her own soul. They were kindred spirits, connected by a shared thirst for exploration and an appreciation for life's wonders.

The excitement built up as we walked until we reached a small clearing that left me speechless. There was this enormous field in front of me, all lit up with this amazing golden sunshine that came through the really tall trees. The field was like nothing I’d seen before. Instead of the usual colorful meadow, Sean transformed it into a battlefield straight out of a medieval fantasy. The ground was all bumpy and had grass and flowers trying to survive in the mess. Even nature got caught up in the fight that happened here.

Rose waited outside the company waiting for Kevin to pick her up before Joshua walked out and saw her. A smirk immediately grew on his face as he gave her an elevator look before slowly approaching her, "Well, hello there, beautiful, what are you doing out here all by yourself?" He asked catching Rose's attention as she playfully rolled her eyes, "Hello, Joshua," she greeted as Joshua smiled, "Baby girl, you still didn't answer my question," he said as Rose sighed, "I'm just waiting for my boyfriend, he's running a little late," she said as Joshua's eyebrows raised, "Boyfriend, huh?" He asked in a disappointing tone as Rose chuckled, "Yes, my boyfriend," she said as Joshua nodded, "That's co

ROSIE The Christmas lights hung across the ski lodge’s ceiling, blurring into streaks of gold and white as tears filled my eyes. I blinked hard, biting my lower lip as I tried to focus on anything in the room. The sound of the clock ticking, the muffled sounds of people, the snow falling outside the window—but nothing could take me away from this moment. “Come on, Rosie. Don’t be dramatic.” Josh’s voice held that cruel amusement I’d somehow missed for three whole months. Three months of believing someone like Joshua Carter—star hockey player, campus golden boy—could actually want someone like me.

Jake asks once we are all settled in the living room after breakfast. Josh has taken Rose outside to the nearby lake, where she wants to watch the water. Josh is twelve years old and one of the few kids in our group. He has been rescued from the same cells where I was held. "I was practicing speaking for a long time but started pushing myself real hard when Rose asked me to speak to her normally." A soft smile curves the corners of my mouth. "I guess, again, she made me do something impossible."

"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.

Joshua said, "The reporters left a bug in the ward. They all clearly heard what was said. " Hazel asked, “You know this?” "I saw it." He smiled. Hazel was amazed, he observed everything so closely. Suddenly, she looked out the window and was confused. "This is not the way." "Well, I am taking you to a special place," Joshua said. Hazel was hesitant, she was tired but did not ask anymore. The car came to the villa in the suburbs, Hazel and Joshua got out of the car. Joshua had brought her to the same villa on a date. That night he told her that it was his parents who planted the rose field…her parents.