Josie Pye Novels & Stories

she said, carrying my travelling bag like it weighed nothing and dumping it in the boot of a dark green Jeep they had come with. Josie jerked her head, urging me to follow as I stood watching them. She looked to be my age, seventeen or eighteen at most, with auburn hair like her mum and a well-shaped body that had me ogling for a bit. I was thin. Okay, not too thin, maybe slim, but I used to be a bit thick… then, after my parents’ death, a lot changed and I lost weight… Not that I was bothered. Owen was, though. He had complained, but I paid him no heed. I was going through a lot. He should have been understanding. Shit, why was I thinking of him again…

and thank the goddess for her…Josie leaps up and pulls me into her arms. She is wearing her signature silver silk dress that highlights her figure. The contrast in the dress’ colour to her hair, only makes her luscious free-flowing locks look even more redder. “I’ve missed you.” Her words almost coo into my ear before she pulls away and also takes me in. “I missed you too.” I respond meaning every word. Josie along with Maya were my ride or die. I want to tell her everything, share everything with her. But I can’t, I’d be putting her in the middle and she’ll always choose Jace…as she should.

Sarah is in Moonrise, from what I understand, doing something with Blake’s mystics. My stomach pinches, my chest caving inward just a touch, at the thought of what she’s seeing when she scries. Josie rises, tucking a lock of deep golden blonde hair behind her ear, and turns to Maddy. “Anyone want coffee?” Maddy gives her grandchild a soft smile in confirmation that she will, in fact, accept a cup. Josie’s blue eyes meet mine, but I can’t bring myself to even move, let alone speak. She looks so much like her mother and has every beautiful, wistful characteristic I’ve seen in the portraits and pictures of Isla scattered throughout the castle. It’s uncanny, honestly. She just nods, extending a

Josie says. We all sit for a moment considering what our best options were. Josie sits up straight, “I have it,” she says as she looks around the room. We all look at her waiting for her to speak. “I am unmarked. I am the Rogue King’s daughter. I should be the one to go to the Harvest Moon Pack,” she starts to say. “No way in hell are you going anywhere alone, Josie,” I interrupt as she continues to speak over me.

Josie chuckles as she sits down beside me; her sky blue eyes sparkle as she whispers in her soft musical voice, “I bet you didn't expect to see me again, sweet girl.” I turn to her and ask, “Are Lea and I dying, Josie?” Josie embraces me as she says, “Goddess, no, sweet girl, the moon goddess sent me to talk to you.” I clasp my hands tightly in my lap and breathe a sigh of relief before asking, “Why?” Josie leans closer as she says, “You will get a visitor within the week; keep your temper in check and hear him out; Alpha Soren means you and yours no harm.’

made of some transparent pink material and had a plastic bubble, filled with little round beads, set partway down the shaft. Reaching down, Josie unzipped her jeans and eased them down her legs. Sliding her thumbs into the waistband of her cotton lace pants, she took those off too. The sight of her reflection in the new mirror aroused her further. She looked wanton and sexy, naked from the waist down and with her hair all mussed. Her eyes glowed with a brandy-lent flame.

"You better watch it Hayley, next time I won't go so easy on you,'' Davina warned. Hayley fixed the thin blue cardigan she had on, then wiped her eyes. She didn't want anyone to see her cry, so she held her head down. "Are you alright?" A girl by the name of Josie asked, coming up to touch Hayley's hand. "I'll survive." Hayley gave a small smile, then grimaced. “It doesn't look like you will." Josie said. "Just-" "Let me see." Josie said, cutting Hayley off. She then removed her thick-rimmed glasses to run her crystal blue, almost transparent eyes over Hayley's body. Josie's power was x-ray vision and healing. The glasses she wore stopped her from invading others’ privacy, or seeing what she

When she noticed Deirdre, surprise flickered in her eyes. "Deirdre! Deirdre, you're here!" Josie exclaimed with excitement. "You know Brendan, he's so resourceful. He'll surely find the best doctor, right? Joseph's legs... We can still save Joseph's legs, can't we? He won't be disabled, right?"

"What are you doing here?" Josie gently placed her cup of tea on the table and looked up at him. "You know why I’m here." "No, I don’t. But please find another place for your tea because I need the space to work." "Ezra, I’m here to meet the company’s favorite designer, Miss Facer." Josie clasped her hands together. He was interrupted from his walk to his chair. He turned to his mother with a puzzled expression. "Why?" "Because..." Josie got up. "I need a designer to create my dress for the event this Friday." She approached him, rested her hand on the table, and looked up at him. "Please, I need your help."

The music came on and a model stepped out. “This is Josie. She has been in the company for four years now. Let's see what she's got,” Mrs. Roxy announced. Josie came out in a gorgeous and glittery silver gown that clung to her body. She had long braids to her waist and she worked the runway with confidence. She looked so stunning that the crowd went wild. They whistled and cheered her on. The camera flashed from different angles as she posed in various positions. When she left the stage, Mrs. Roxy called out another model's name. “Next is Kween,” She said.