Joshua Templeman Novels & Stories

If Jasmine used Joshua as leverage, there was no way Ezekiel could compete. "Board member? Big deal." Ezekiel slid, one hand into his pocket, lips curling into a cold smirk. He then turned toward Joshua. "Mr. Stroud, allow me to introduce myself properly. I'm Ezekiel Fulton, CEO of LightTrace Ventures. And yes, I'm also a board member of this school."

"Then why were you daydreaming?" "I... I was thinking that I could avoid him for a moment, but I can't avoid him for a lifetime! She could stay at Temperley Hall that night. What about tomorrow night? The night after? This could not go on! Which bad person is stalking you and bullying you? Who is it? You tell me, I'll go teach him a lesson right now!" Joshua asked. He struck a pose full of vigor. "I've learned how to fight. I'm an expert. Uncle Pearton taught me several moves, I guarantee I can knock the bad guy to the ground and make him obedient!" Joshua said proudly.

He laughed. “You asked for my name, but you haven’t told me yours?” Jasmine asked. “Josh.” He said, “Josh Tillman.” “Alright, professor Tillman where do we start?” Jasmine asked. “Let’s go to the office and discuss this side project of ours.” He said as he walked to one of the side offices that was further down from every other.

Alpha Joshua said. What made him say these thing? Was it fear? Was it regret? Was it guilt? This was nothing like the man I knew. He lifted his hand to his head and pulled down the crown that sat atop his head. Rubies decorated the white crown. He lowered it in front of him and leaned forward before he stood to his feet. I took a step forward and his Beta signaled the warriors. They obeyed and growled in warning. “Stand down,” Alpha Joshua demanded.

“Where are you going?” “Shit,”Ethan curses under his breath. He takes a breath, composing himself, then turns around. “Duncan, I need to speak with James.” The man in the doorway is shorter than Ethan, and has blond hair scraped into a bun. He’s wearing a blue tartan kilt—so he’s not one of Ethan’s clan. He grins, then gestures behind him. “Come inside,” he says. Ethan pauses for a beat before he sighs. He heads back toward the door, his hand still clasped around mine.

"I didn't bury him so he couldn't be found. I buried him so I’d know exactly where the weapons were when the world finally came for us." Suddenly, the Old Sentinel’s leaves rustled—not from the wind, but from a deliberate weight. "Drop it, Farmer." A man stepped out from behind the stone wall of the equipment shed. He was dressed in a dark suit that looked entirely too expensive for the countryside, and he held a suppressed pistol leveled at Alessandro’s chest. It wasn't a mercenary. It wasn't the Iron Guard. It was a man Alessandro recognized from the "Delete" files—**Julian Vane**, the Board’s chief liquidator. The man who handled the "clean-up" when an empire fell.

Damos spotted Silvester for a quick second before he vanished. Mr. Damos' eyebrows furrowed as he recognized the man but he was unsure if he was seeing right. He walked to the hallways where Dianne and the man he saw were. He was inches away from seeing the pair, as Dianne held her breath. "Sir, Ms. Reeves was held captive by a man named Gilbert Johnson," they heard another man speak. Mr. Damos' eyes widened before approaching the man.

"Jush give..." "I'm getting tired of your crap," he muttered in annoyance, but then found himself fishing out his leather wallet. He opened the secret pocket inside his wallet and then took a titanium ring out of it. It was a tracking device. He ran his thumb over the initials engraved inside it — RMS, short for Romano Moretti Saavedra. "That's nice." He immediately moved his hand away when Margaux tried to snatch it. Her soft palm landed on his lap, and his brain momentarily stopped functioning properly. Damn! Was his cara even aware of his boner? She almost hit his thing!

“You don’t look the part. Anyway, I just wanted to be sure that my son here wasn’t lying. I trained my boys to be responsible. I wouldn’t want the bad eggs to infect them.” Such a kind man. He referred to David as his son, not his nephew. I looked at Dave, ready to smile at him, but his head was bowed low. Just then, someone came inside. Joshua? Is he also a driver over here? “Oh, that is my first son, Joshua. He works as a front-end developer at Wellins Firm.” This is getting more interesting than I thought.

Alex POV Charlotte started training today, she isn’t as bad as she tried to tell me she was. She definitely lacks confidence in herself. Her right hook is something that can be feared. She knocked one of the men out with one hit. Her balance is great, speed could use some improvement and skill level isn’t half bad for someone who’s never trained before. But what she told me about her past would make sense. She needed to know how to protect herself so I guess a little fighting skills are better than none. Soon she will be great. I promised her that. Her determination to be able to stand with us in battle when needed is strong and adorable if you ask me. She’s been in her room since training e