Josie Pye Novels & Stories

All the battles she has conquered alone and all the pain she had to endure. "Jo Jo, little Joey, my little Joe artist!" A female voice beamed from a distance. Josephine turned her head and an smiled when she saw Ari approaching her. She's wearing baggy jeans, heals and a casual black and white button up shirt as her short dark hair dances around her face with each step she took.

“Really?” Tiffany and heather look back forth at each other and then look at me and nod their heads simultaneously, and when I walk over to Josie, she has her head down resting on her knees that are pulled to her chest. I crouch down and gently place my hand on her should get her attention, but she refuses to look up at me. “Josie?” “They’re lying.” I draw back for a split second because I almost didn’t hear what she said with her head down the way it is.

"That's not true, Nicci." "I'm planning to teach," Josie Ambrose said, pale skin almost glowing in the light from the stained glass windows, her hair as black as Charlotte's, "or I'd be all over that." "You can't have her." Tippy reached across Liam and grasped my hand. "I don't know," Donalda Pierce said in her slow drawl, tall, thin body leaning forward, wide gray eyes sparkling with humor as she teased our friend. "Maybe I'd like to give it a go, Syd."

I really don’t want to deal with her right now, but being the Beta of the pack, I need to be fair and nice. I step away from her touch and turn to face her. “Hello, Josie.” Josie is a young member of the pack, newly 18. I was there when she shifted for the first time. She’s always had a crush on me, and I’ve been nice but never encouraged her. To be honest, I was hoping that she would find her Goddess-given mate when she shifted, but she didn’t.

She just hoped she didn’t fall. The commanders were sitting in the front row of the plane. Most of them were older gentlemen, but there was one woman who looked like she was in her mid-forties. And then there was Josie. She was an officer, and she just happened to be on their plane. Rain really liked Josie, and she thought she was a competent leader. She just stuck out a bit with all of the older commanders. Being the prime minister’s daughter might’ve had something to do with her appointment, but Josie proved herself every day. She was down there with the rest of them, putting in the work, proving herself in training no matter how deep the mud or how high the rock walls.

"I'll give you the full story later, I promise. But right now I need you on video call because I cannot decide between three dresses and you have better taste than anyone I know." "This conversation isn't over." "I know." "I want everything. Every detail. All the tea, Aria, I want it scalding." "You'll get it." "Fine." A rustling sound as she moved. "Switch to video." I switched to video call and Josie's face filled my screen , beautiful and bright-eyed, her locs pulled up, already leaning forward with the focused energy of someone who takes fashion decisions very seriously. I flipped the camera to show her the three options laid out on the bed and she was quiet for approximately two seconds

Bracing myself for the unknown, I called out, “Josie.” Josie appeared at the top of the staircase with Jasmine’s hand in hers. The little girl looked nothing like her sister. Where Josie’s hair was brown, Jasmine’s was red. Josie’s face was battered, Jasmine’s was perfect. When my eyes met Jasmine’s, I found the same blue as her sister’s.

she said, looking back at me. Josie had brown hair tied in a high tail, the long neck was highlighted, and she wore a summer dress with Texan ankle boots. "We may have to keep walking and hope to find them among these people," Josie said after a while. I sighed and nodded, walking again as we both looked around for her friends.

“So what?” Heidi and Isabella were about hitting Rose when Josie interrupted them. “Hey! Are you going to keep on complaining!” She scolded before turning to Mason. “Senior, you paired everyone and left me out. Who is going to be my partner or am I going to work alone while everyone works with a partner?” “That's right!” Isabella agreed. “Josie doesn't have a partner.” “Josie Maran.” Mason called. “Yes, Senior.” “You told me you wanted a junior, didn't you?”

He tried to get on to his feet, wincing in pain as he did so. Isabelle did not appear to be fazed by this new turn of events. Her face twisted into a sneer. “So, Oswald, do you want to show me what you’re made of?” David stepped inside. “What have you done to her?” “Isabelle has become a member of the Brethren!” Belinda was aware of movement behind her and she twisted round to see the bar emptying through the back door with the entrance of David Oswald. Isabelle seemed to notice this too and she laughed. “They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!”