Joshua Rosfield Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I talked to Aatalo a while ago. How is Ryder?" "He still makes the best margarita's I've ever had," Tamara chuckled. "He's working at a tech company now. They design video games and other digital softwares. He's enjoying it." Rosie had kept in touch with Ryder over the years. They texted once in a while to catch up so she was looking forward to finally seeing him after over two years.

His voice cracks and becomes high-pitched, as if he had just hit puberty, and I can't help but snicker. "Fine? Is she really just fine? Fine doesn't cut it for me. Fine is too neutral. I don't like neutral." Thomas's gaze falls on the man's nametag. "Jester. So, tell me, is she great? Healthy? Do I need to worry about her not being able to breathe in the middle of the night?" Jester shakes his head as he places an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. Ah, that feels good. I take a deep breath, savoring the oxygen, and then relax.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

I mumbled to myself as I slowly pushed his door open. Julius looked as though he’d just finished putting on his shorts and was about to look for a t-shirt when I walked in. He didn’t look up at me, completely unfazed by my presence despite his half-naked appearance. I took the opportunity to take a good look, noticing the small flecks of scars littering his body, marring his otherwise smooth sun-kissed skin. “You’ve fought in battle?” I found myself asking. “I’m Alpha to one of the largest packs, that’s a given.” He responded as he put on a shirt, raising his eyebrow at me as if to say I’d just asked a stupid question.

They were on a mission, not a field trip. “Okay, okay, okay.” Lucas laughed. “Let’s get going then.” They made their way out of the stable with their horses and set off through the field toward a small path in the woods. June’s sight was set dead ahead. She was going to find this flower and bring Hunter back, no matter what. Despite her hating him at the start, she had grown to love him. She felt lost without him. And knowing she didn't save him when she could have was eating her alive. She had to bring him back.

"I want to jog in the park and laugh without worrying about suffocating." He adjusted his glasses with a warm smile. "You'll get there soon. Oh—and I heard you've been studying business management?" "I can't stay a patient forever." "If you need study materials, I have plenty." He hesitated, then added, "And please, call me Cedric. After all, at this point, we're teammates in this fight." As I looked out at the brilliant sunlight pouring through the window, I realized for the first time that without the mask between me and the world, everything looked so much clearer and brighter.

The scent of a black rose perfume rose through his nostrils as Thomas walked up and placed a hand on Josh’s rock-solid shoulder that softened all of a sudden. “So, Josh ready to smash at the arcade?” Thomas's voice deducted the scent from his nostrils. Josh had to study on his own later at his desk. The sins in his mind had to be devoured by praying to God. “Josh?” Tristan blew his body onto the cold snow boiling on his skin which made that thought go away. “Su-sure, I mean no. I have to study for the Math Decathlon. And one thing first, I don’t go out with losers.” Josh regained his throne back and his voice was mesmerizing.

From the darkness emerged someone none of them expected. Alejandro Delgado. Alive. Bloodied. Bruised. But unmistakably him. Thiago stared, speechless. Gabriel swore under his breath. Esteban paled. Inés’s knees weakened. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Alejandro rasped. His gaze landed on Esteban. “Nice to see you’ve been keeping my face warm.” Esteban’s mask shattered. Before anyone could speak, a sharp whistle pierced the air. Gunfire erupted from the trees.

he said. “I apologize, Joshua. I lied. But please, please. I like you. I want to be with you and will never tell you a lie. Give me a chance," Rosetta begged as she pushed herself up from the ground. She tried to reattach her shattered goal by standing beside him because names were so important to trample the world. Joshua Daniel was the god of might, the one who could both steal and give life.

He was tall around 6’2 and his brunette hair and hairstyle reminded me someone who unwontedly barged in my life. Maybe it’s him….. My curiosity got best out of me and I found myself walking to the man. I with hushed steps walked closer to him. The man was looking at the grave and was unaware of my approaching hushed footsteps. As I was 3 steps away from him he suddenly turned with speed of tornado and a cold metal touched my forehead. My eyes widened. It was him….James Russo….but my eyes didn’t widened on him seeing here but on what was in his hand that he was pointing on my forehead.