Josie Medina Novels & Stories

How long have I been shitting on these cold tiles, two hours? "Andrea?" Christophe questions gently from the other side of the door, "we need to leave in ten minutes" he pushes the door open slowly, an attempt to warm me he's coming in. I twist on the floor to look at him, he's wearing jeans and a hoodie, different from the black suit I've become accustomed to, an attempt to blend in I suppose. He eyes my bare legs, sticking out from under my black hoodie.

I don’t mind all the eyes on me, but I’d rather be beating the shit out of someone than just standing here for them to look at. It seems that Josefina will be the conduit for Selene today, just like she was when I realized how much of a dumbass I was for fucking shit up with Fati. Meredith will be helping her out. JoJo winks at me before she closes her eyes completely. In the blink of an eye, her hair turns completely white and starts to move in an invisible breeze. When they open, her eyes are black orbs with the flecks of stars in them. Selene.

She chuckled, it was dry and humorless, almost like it hurt. Her brows furrowed. “As I said, it's none of your business," she hissed. Fierce. She wiped her tears and looked away. I clenched and unclenched my feet, breathing in through my nose. Control, Ronan, have some fucking control, she was human, and we hated her kind. Josie was nothing more than the political bride I never wanted. She was a symbol of the alliance. But when I’d seen her standing in that doorway, staring at Sadie and me, something inside my chest had hurt.

I clapped slowly, my eyes trained on hers, “And the award for ingenuity goes to Joanne Puhvel. Have me all figured out, have you?” She scowled at me. “Josie. My name is Josie.” “We both know it’s not, and the sooner you accept that reality, the sooner you can heal.” “Heal?” She screeched, nearly shoving her face into mine. “What the hell do you know about healing you crazy man? Have you ever had your world turned on it’s head? Have you ever ended up as the intruder in your own family? Has your own mother ever rejected you? Huh? Tell me. Fucking speak up!”

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

As Luna prepared to unleash her power, a thickness gripped the air, suffocating and heavy. Time seemed to drip by slowly, each second amplifying the tension that coiled around us like a living entity. Suddenly, Daisy moved with a speed that belied her age, her small form slipping closer to Luna, undeterred by the storm of darkness. I watched, heart in my throat, as Daisy reached out and wrapped her tiny fingers around Luna's arm. I shouted, my voice hoarse and barely audible over the turmoil, "Daisy, no! Get back!" But my call fell on deaf ears; Daisy held firm.

She walked out of the room without saying a word, and it was seconds later that the terrace door opened, revealing the blue eyed woman, Luna Ella, the Alpha’s first woman. “Did you see her, mother Luna? The arrogance in her eyes, and the deviousness…” “She is nothing but a human, a slave, and a peasant for the Alpha’s pleasure. You go and take care of your son. Trust me, she is not going to be able to do anything, neither to you, nor to Daniel. It is only a matter of time before Aguilar grows tired of her, but you must know that as Alpha, we cannot control what he is to do. Therefore, I would suggest that you respect him, his decision, and what he chooses. Go and take care of Daniel, and do

Her temple throbbed for no reason and waves of nervousness rose from the pit of her stomach, Maria threw a tantrum, falling on her back and throwing her legs in the air like it made her life any better or easier. Then again, she signed up for this, and hopefully, the pros would outweigh the cons. Since she had taken the first step, she might as well hammer the rest of it perfectly — no room for mistake, especially now that Mrs. Jones already knew. Her phone vibrated, and she groaned before turning the screen up to her face, it was a text from Jackson who partially sleered her and told her to get off bed and head to ACE since they had matters to discuss with the management, it seemed as thoug

"We watched a documentary about bridge construction once, I don't even remember how we ended up on it, and within twenty minutes Josie was emotional about the workers." "Was it sad?" "It was, actually, when you got into it. But Josie found it before any of us were even paying attention." She paused. "That's her gift. She finds the feeling in things before everyone else does." Something about the way she said it made me look at her. She was smiling at the screen, relaxed in a way she rarely fully allows herself to be, and the blue television light was doing something gentle to her face and I thought, not for the first time, that this was the version of her the world didn't get to see very oft

You can't handle the consequences. Josie clenched her fists and bit her lip. All she did was repeat what Chad did to Sadie. The person who hurt Sadie the most was him. However, Josie was afraid of being punished by Chad and did not dare to go against him. For the next month, Josie was a maid in the villa during the day. She would do some cleaning and serve Chad. When night arrived, she would be sent to another villa in the suburbs. There was no rest for her.