Joshua Templeman Novels & Stories

something told her, there was gonna be a big blood bath, and innocent people were going to die. James stopped by the first building. She could see he was communicating through his ear piece with someone. She tapped on her key pad on her sleeve to try and enhance her hearing, she somehow was able to hack onto his conversation, muting her voice to avoid being caught in their new invader. "Ok, in position. Waiting on your command. " she hears the voice of James. Then she here's a voice that is unfamiliar to her. A husky man's voice, a bit of a British, maybe a Londoner's accent on the other side of the line.

When he took out his phone and looked at his screen, his brow furrowed a little. He turned and headed to the side. He quickly picked up the phone and said in a low voice, "Yes, Mister Jackman?" At that moment, in the backyard of Jackman family estate, Hector swept Alexander a gaze before chuckling and saying to Logan on the phone, "Please forgive me for bothering you. It's just that…" He recounted the entire incident in exaggeration trying to instigate Logan. "This person is from the Temple of War. He retired two years ago, but he's now parading himself like he owns the world!

"I feel pity for you and for all the people that you have fooled." He then turned and looked at the elders, who had their mouths wide open, "I will leave him to you!" They came back to their senses and immediately ordered people to take Kelly away. They looked at Ashton, with only respect in their eyes. They had thought that they will never see this side of him again. Ashton did not care about what they thought. With his pack, he made his way to the top of the arena. He shared his dream with everyone present and urged those who saw it fit to join him on his mission.

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "I’m not a battery! I’m a person!" Rhea’s hands trembled, the silver light flickering dangerously. She could feel the man’s gaze—it wasn't the gaze of a hunter looking at prey. It was the gaze of an architect looking at a blueprint. It was worse. He didn't want her dead; he wanted her studied.

Well... that was the plan really until I got close enough to see them clearly under the pulsing party lights. My steps faltered. Edgar and Ethan were right there by the bar, looking like they’d stepped out of some dark European fashion campaign. Edgar in a black shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders, expression cool and unreadable. Ethan beside him, that signature smirk playing on his lips as he leaned against the marble counter. Like dude it's just a party not homecoming.

She thought the Alpha, Damien , might be angry at that and she suggested that they fought in their normal human form. Alex reluctantly agreed and he lived back away from her. He slightly bent, with his left leg forward and he demonstrated the popular taekwondo style that were usually used by the taekwondo fighters. That made Jasmine laugh and she also imitated the style. The pack members started cheering and Alex smiled at that. He signaled to Jasmine to move closer and she did. She moved really fast to him and gave him several punches on his face. She backed away and Alex smiled in satisfaction. He went to her and he grabbed her hands and lifted her up. She looked at him and yelled at him t

"He's your son, Adam, not a monster! You're the monster because you lack a heart. How can you think that killing him is the solution when you can help him by treating him? If he gets therapy and also his behavior can be detected early, he can recover, he won't become a psychopath like you said!” Damien couldn't hold back anymore. He picked up the knife and pointed it at his own neck. "Your explanations are enough to prove that I'm not important anymore. So let's end it here. I'll disappear forever so there's nothing to fuss about. Let me make amends in peace." "Oh No!" Janette ducked the knife as Damien managed to slash his neck. "Oh shit Damien!" shouted Adam. This was actually part of the

Stacy had suffered so much that he didn’t want to put her in danger anymore. “Let her go, and I’ll let you go!” Joshua said in a deep tone. His eyes fell on the leading man wearing a mask on his face, who looked no longer young. Joshua furrowed his eyebrows tightly. He did not like people who were so sneaky because it could easily remind him of Simon. He felt that this person should have something to do with Simon for some reason. “Hum! Do you think I believe you?!” The leading man sounded heartless, “Joshua Denmark, I want to kill you!”

That was all that came out of Joshua’s mouth before he ended the call. With one swift motion, he swung his leg off his bike and walked towards me with his long, heavy strides. He ran his hand through his hair and shook his head while he chuckled before his eyes fixated on me again, this time dark with passion. Joshua Taylor was dressed in a pair of black jeans, a tight-fitting white shirt, and surprisingly, also a black leather jacket just like mine. I hadn’t seen him in a week and since he didn’t have any modeling gigs, he hadn’t shaved which left him with a thin beard that made my throat dry when I saw him. His boots tapped against the pavement as he walked up the short staircase to me.

There was something enchanting about him, and yet at the same time, something exceedingly dangerous. "However, where are my manners." He said, as he walked down the steps and approached us. Which told me that he had been watching all this time. He had listened all this time. "My name is Joshua. And I have been given permission to play in this game along with my masters, however," he paused and smiled like the devil, almost sensing that he had us cornered. "I can assure you, that tonight, the only ones who walk away from here, are myself and Julian." He walked to one of the statues by the stage and leaned on it, still watching us. "I promise, that tonight, you all will die here." He was so co