Josie Cat Novels & Stories

Yet they still wanted to use this method to get revenge for Josie. I looked pleadingly at Marcus, trying to explain: "Marcus, please believe me, I didn't..." I'd never even seen that necklace before. Josie immediately said pitifully: "Forget it, Marcus. Sister Catherine is a noble lady after all. Someone of my status is naturally destined to be bullied. Don't make her unhappy because of me..." Marcus's initially hesitant expression instantly turned cold and hard. He took Josie's hand and said coolly: "Unhappy? She did something dirty—what right does she have to be unhappy?"

Josie's voice came first which was bright and running with commentary whenever she was excited about something and Greta's lower patient responses and then silence as I appeared at the top of the staircase and started down. Josie saw me first and her eyes grew wide. "Mummy!" The sound she made was not quite a word and not quite a scream but something in between. It was pure startled delight and she turned to Xavier and grabbed his arm with both hands like she needed to make sure he was seeing what she was seeing. "Look! Look at Mummy!" I kept coming down the stairs and I let myself have the smile that came because there was no stopping it anyway. Xavier was looking at me, he had been looking

"My lady, something seems off with the cat. She's been crying since last night, and the sound is absolutely chilling." "Let's go have a look." In the shed, Josy was curled up in the corner of her cage. Her belly was even bigger than the day before, swollen so tight it looked ready to burst. The moment she saw me walk in, she let out a shrill hiss and scrambled as far back as she could. "What are you so afraid of?" I crouched down and peered at her through the bars. "I'm here to check on you today, not to find you more husbands."

Josie said, smiling as she pointed to a bag that was attached to Jess, who was already in her beast form. “What would we do without you, Jos?” I asked her. She just gave me another smile. Now it was time to shift. We all went first and as we did, Athena appeared at my side. Giving Colton a little nudge with her snout, he rubbed his head against her. “Ready baby.” I linked her. I wanted to call her baby in front of everyone, but I wasn’t sure if she wanted everyone to know. “We are right beside you.” Jos said. Jess’s beast cleared her throat.

I frown, not understanding what she means; her kind blue eyes smile sadly as she lowers herself to the ground beside me. “Have you come to take us with you?” She chuckles, “Not yet, dear; first, I want to tell you about my life.” I lay back on the soft grass as Josie takes my hand in hers; she pants my hand as she starts talking. “I grew up in a small pack; all I wanted to do was find my mate and have pups.” She giggles, raising her eyebrows at me as she continues, “A lot of pups. Every full moon, I would climb the mountain on our territory until I reached the very top and sit in a clearing much like this and pray to the moon goddess.”

Over time, the wound had scarred. She had done everything to ignore it, but the moment he appeared, all those old scars had been torn open again. Why did he always have to be so cruel? Footsteps sounded behind her. It was Kira. Josie quickly wiped away her tears and stepped into the kitchen to make dinner. Kira sat obediently at the table, doing her homework. When she finished, she ran off to the yard to play. Josie had bought her a small white puppy, and Kira adored it. She was cuddling it happily when Graham appeared.

A slender figure stepped inside, wearing a revealing black dress and her blonde hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail. My heart sank as I recognized her immediately—Josie. Her eyes locked onto mine, filled with a venomous hatred that sent a fresh wave of fear coursing through me. She approached with an uneven stride, Damian Blackwood following close behind. The resemblance to his twin brother was uncanny. Josie’s lips twisted into a cruel smile.

Jade Smith's Point of View: "Ahh baby harder" I rolled my eyes as I heard Christy moaning. The walls really were thin. It didn't bother me much having lived with her I've heard her having sex before but I felt for Josie since she was hearing everything that was happening. Her hands were moving a lot faster across the keyboard as she typed away. She tried to appear unaffected but based on the reddening of her cheeks I'd say she was embarrassed. Christy could be cruel sometimes, "so Josie how did you get into computers?"

I suddenly wondered how different it was to grow up in the Mafia than it was in the cartel. One picture caught my eye. It was Jasmine with a woman I didn’t know. She was pretty and petite. In a way she resembled Jasmine, but she was older with dark hair versus Jasmine’s red hair. Catalina had told me the story of Jasmine’s sister and Dario. This must be a picture of the infamous Josie.

She took a step back, her frown deepening. “Your Dom waiting for you?” Her eyes widened and her fingers automatically went to the collar where his fingers had been just seconds before. “What’s your name?” he asked, when she remained silent. “I gave you mine. The polite thing to do is return the favor.” “Josie,” she said barely above a whisper. “Josie Carlysle.” “And who owns you, Josie?” Her eyes narrowed then and she clutched her bag, shoving the remainder of her pencils into it. “Nobody owns me.”