Josie Pye Novels & Stories

Finn chimed in awkwardly, "Ambrose, this is my girlfriend, Josie …" Ambrose smiled ironically as he said, "Oh? You have quite a unique taste." Out of respect for Finn as a brother-in-law, Ambrose decided not to argue with him for now. However, he had no intention of letting Josie off the hook. He became interested and asked her, "May I ask how old you are?" Josie dismissed the issue of being called "aunt" and answered with a shy smile, "I'm 22 this year." She purposely stated a younger age. She was actually 25.

It looked almost presidential—white like the American White House, intimidating and grand. I poured myself a glass of wine and sipped it slowly, trying to calm the war inside me. I knew what I had to do. And it wasn’t going to be easy. Josie wasn't someone you just walked up to. She was powerful. Cold. Sharp-tongued. A woman who didn’t tolerate drama, most especially not after how she had her guards bounce me out of her island and definitely not the kind of stunt I was planning. But I didn’t care.

Isadora's POV "Isa!" Josie walks out of her room with a very small skirt, fishunet stockings and tube top on. She dresses like her personality puts out. Sassy, ​​free spirited and crazy as hell. She walks out in front of me with a hand on an extended hip as she posed. "You ready?"

I’m about to ask one of the techs when I see Riley. Shaking myself, I knock on the door, wait a beat, and then enter. The woman, Josie, looks up. She’s wearing jeans and a t-shirt today, and there’s hay stuck in her braid that she hasn’t yet noticed. Her eyes are as bright and hypnotic as the first time I saw her, and my brain does me the disservice of reminding me how good her slender waist felt in my hands. Dammit. Her eyes meet mine and a bit of color comes to her cheeks. Is she remembering how she lost her balance and almost fell too? Did she like the way it felt to be up against me? Fuck—no. There’s no way.

However, Elyse's eyes twinkled and she asked, "Are you really a designer of Prosperity Jewelry?" Josie showed a sincere look and replied, "Yes, I am!" Elyse smiled. She was glad, and she suggested, "In that case, come with me to join us. Skyler and Jocelyn are also here. Since you are a designer of Prosperity Jewelry, you should know them!" Josie's purpose was accomplished. She smiled and nodded, "All right!" Elyse was actually testing Josie. As Josie agreed, Elyse was relieved.

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?"

His silence had driven her into an ice cellar. Josie burst into tears, and she was choked up while saying, “I thought that no matter how much I quarrel with you or nag at you, with our unswerving feelings, you’d never get tired of me. It turns out that I was wrong. I’m not Sis Angeline, after all. I’m not as lucky as her to have met Jay who loves her without a bottom line.” When Josie was done speaking, she wiped her tears with the back of her hand. Then, she fixed her gaze on Zayne with a coercing look in her eyes.

“She’ll want to see his room. Just be quiet and go along with what I say, please. I have nowhere else to go, and if they catch on, they’ll force me to move back home to Zachary.” I’d never met Josie’s parents, because I never had a reason, but it shocked me to think her parents were so strict. Josie walked over to Jordan, took off his cap and ruffled his hair. Jordan smirked. “Is this how gay guys wear their hair, Josie?” She shot him daggers. She squealed when she walked into Jordan’s room, and I followed her inside while she tore down a half-naked picture of Kylie Jenner and shoved her underneath his bed. “This isn’t going to work,” she whispered.

the girl said and curtsied. "What is your name?" Cassie asked. "Janice my lady," she said. "How old are you?" Cassie asked. "Nineteen." Janice said getting nervous. “How long have you worked in this house?" Cassie asked. "Close to three years my lady" Janice said. The house master was getting annoyed that he was just standing there he had work to do. "So in that time I'm sure you seen Susan visit here with her parents?" Cassie asked.