Joshua Rosfield Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What the f**k? I’m dying over here!" "You're not dying. You're just realizing that your title doesn't mean sh*t out here." Joshua walked back, but he didn't touch him. He reached into his bag and pulled out a small, bitter-smelling leaf. "Chew this. It’ll numb the nerve endings. It won't fix the bone, but it’ll stop the screaming." Richard took the leaf, his fingers brushing Joshua’s. He felt a jolt of electricity—the old bond trying to spark—but Joshua pulled away instantly, his expression one of pure professional disgust.

Joseph's eyes turn from nerves to terror as the massive grayish brown and white wolf comes to view in front of him. His heart raises at a million per second, his throat suddenly dry as he gulps down harshly to utter his words out. "P- please! A- Ash- Asher, please I beg of you. I meant no harm. Your mother, obliged me to kill him. Please Asher, I beg of you! Show some mercy on this old lycan..... I'm begging you boy!" He pleads, his lips tremble as he quivers and shakes. Asher (Dylan's wolf) chuckles as his nose wrinkles and slowly makes his way, circling around the tree, his long paws making tracks on the earthed ground and his long tail slowly erasing them as he moves his massive body arou

“No, Luna. I am here to protect you and escort you wherever you need to go.” His use of the title ‘Luna’ catches me off guard, and a slight blush creeps up my cheeks. I clear my throat, shifting on my feet slightly. “Please, just call me Rosalee.” Josh nods his head, but says nothing further. For the first time, I really take a moment to look at him. He’s young, probably in his early twenties, with sharp, alert eyes and a presence that speaks of unwavering loyalty. I offer him a small smile before turning and making my way inside the house. The quiet comfort of my room welcomes me as I head straight for the adjacent bathroom, eager to wash away the lingering sweat and tension from training.

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.

Mason hung his head down once again. "Luna, it's okay. There's one thing I can do to fix this." I looked up at her. She had a questioning look on her face. "I, Alexandria Rivers, daughter to Beta Edward and Joyce Rivers, reject you, Mason Jackson, future Alpha of the Green Wood pack."

Daryl and Richard sat in front of us, facing us as we all chatted and ate. Joshua, who was currently in school studying software engineering, would be coming on Saturday for the 'grande feast', as Richard called it. Joshua had decided that he wanted to go into software development instead and got into a collage a state away. Rose, obviously happy that her baby wanted to go and follow his dreams, also didn't want to let go of said 'baby' to wander the big scary world alone. Again, the words of Richard here. Mara ended up being the shy-only-at-first-meeting type, because not so long after, she started speaking comfortably around us and she was quite hilarious as well.

What’s actually weighing on her heart, though, is her disaster of a love life. She had spent the past years of her life in a dedicated relationship with Joshua Roswell, a typical jock, the type of guy you only see in books; tall, handsome, messy black hair and a jawline that accentuated his features. Coincidentally Joshua was also the next heir of the Roswell Corporations, the CEO’s Son. But for now, he was just the managing director of the company. In addition to being tall and handsome, however, it turns out that Joshua was also a lying, cheating bag of shit.

Sitting in a well furnished office Mr Kel Ross sipped his cup of coffee while flipping through some documents. Ever since his daughter Stacey started helping out in the company he was less busy and most times he didn't even have to lift a finger because everything was always done perfectly. He adjusted himself on the chair, to find a more comfortable position closed his eyes and relaxed as he enjoyed the absolute silence in the room. "Dad take a look at this." Stacey said as she walked in with a frown on her face.

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The golden flecks in his eyes swirled, making them brighten and flash dangerously. Towards the left of the stage stood Zeke, his arms crossed in front of him, a crucial ally for our pack and a trusted friend. Asher’s Beta stood to the right, a quiet man who saw much more than the rest of us. He peered out into the crowd; his face neutral beneath the harsh stage lights.