Joshua Seventeen Novels & Stories

That was enough to distract Gwen who showered Royce with kisses while saying, "Oh I am so proud of you Roycee-boo! What a great way to start the day!" This time, August was watching them. She looked happy for them but also disgusted by them. She turned to me and said, "Weirdos," while rolling her eyes. Royce then toured us to his photo exhibit. Thirteen pieces of photos which he called The Last Year of Seventeen– his concept was the final year of highschool. The final year of freedom and youth. The final year before we are faced with bigger challenges and choices that would actually impact our lives. Most of the photos were taken in the Academy. Some in the Liberty Mead with Royce’s horse. M

“I’m so proud of you.” Relief hit me hard. “But,” she added softly, “what does it mean?” There it was. “It means distance,” I said. “Eventually. Maybe sooner than we thought.” She nodded, absorbing it. “And?” she asked. “And I don’t want to decide like you’re not part of the equation,” I said. “Even if the answer doesn’t go the way we want.” Her breath caught. “That’s all I ever wanted,” she said quietly. We sat there, hands entwined, both aware that loving at seventeen wasn’t about promises that lasted forever.

Joshua stared at her. “No, of course not! Joniss shook her head. She was not thinking about that. She would be disgusted to sleep with Joshua. After all, she was from an influential family. How was Joshua even worth of sleeping with her? “Then shut up!” Joshua closed his eyes. “I’m scared. There are vipers around and the mosquitoes are targeting me.” Joniss wailed. Joshua did not pay attention to her. What did they have to do with him? Joniss gritted her teeth and found some vines. “Hey, why don’t you just take me up and allow me to sleep with you.”

he said, then turned to Adan. The moment he saw his face, he was very surprised ‘ He must be….Adan!’ he thought. “Errr, he hates being stared at,” Kelly rolled her eyes. After spending years with the triplets, she had learned their habits. Adan hated being stared at, slow responses, and noise. Joshua nodded at Kelly with a small smile. Kelly only rolled her eyes again. Archie’s face darkened. “ You are wasting my time” “Ahhh… here’s the location,” Joshua quickly revealed where Jenna was being held.

"Why don't we do what those people think we are doing?" "Joshua"

Until the right girl finally shows up wearing pink Vans and a heart big enough to hold the world. I’m home. And the dream that waited thirty-four years just smiled and went back to sleep. Its work is done. Seventeen Thursday, July 19, 2028 – 12:01 a.m. I turn seventeen exactly when the clock flips to midnight. No big party. No rented venue. Just the ridge, the pack, and the people who would burn the world down before they let it burn me. The bonfire is normal orange tonight (Seras promised to behave).

Nonetheless, she will persist for not only herself but also the child she carries; determined to give him the same upbringing full of love that she received Josh: He/Him: Hurt by his past, Josh fills his days with a passion and love for those around him. Never wanting to see someone even close to how he felt in his teenage years, Josh cares passionately for his friends. Intelligent in the ways of books and the environment outside his door, Josh was raised by passionate parents who bestowed their love of the world and all it has to offer

How much space did she need? Even the way Aliana addressed Joshua had changed from "Josh" to "Joshua," just like her addressing Hugh. Aliana was willful. Joshua's mind raced at high speed. He wanted to see if there was any way to change Aliana, who was stubborn. Out of the corner of his eyes, Joshua noticed the newspaper in Hugh's hands. A spark of inspiration flashed in Joshua's mind! "You should be around 7 years old this year, right? It's time for you to go to elementary school."

“And you’re not?” “Yes, Tyler is immortal, as long as God is by his side. Me? My life has a limit. I am still in the teen years of my life.” Josh said with a smile. “Teen years? You mean you’re between thirteen and nineteen?” Hugo asked. “Yeah, guess how old I am,” said Josh. “Nineteen,” said Hugo. Josh laughed. “Seventeen ...” “Seventeen?” Hugo asked in shock. “Am I older than you? I am nineteen. ”

“For fifteen seconds.” I said nothing. In my peripheral vision I could see him watching me with that calm unhurried attention that Joshua always had, like the world moved slightly slower for him than for everyone else and he’d made his peace with that a long time ago. He’d been out since he was seventeen. He’d told me that in the first week, matter of fact, the same way he told me he took the left wardrobe and preferred the window open at night. Just information. No performance around it.