Josie Reverse Novels & Stories

He lunged. Jonah’s response wasn’t elegant; it was necessary. He stepped forward, closed the distance, and his body met Barry’s like a door catching a battering ram. Barry staggered back, eyes widen with the shock of being opposed. For the first time in a long time, he’d found someone who refused to bow. The world tilted. My knees threatened to give. Instinct took hold—old instincts and new. I stepped in between them, because a woman who once took refuge in silence now had a spine with its own language.

Norma. “Please, have a seat,” she said. I nodded and took the nearest chair. Glancing around, I quickly gathered that most people in the room were interns, while the rest were new hires. One girl in particular caught my attention—I remembered seeing her at the charity ball. She hadn’t worn a mask that night, so I recognized her immediately. “I welcome you all—interns and new employees—to Nowelle,” Mrs. Norma began. “We’re delighted to have you join our team. Your presence will contribute greatly to the company’s continued success. I’m Norma Viagrell, the Recruitment Manager.”

She added and walked to her room angrily. • • • Josie's apartment. The next working week, Josie prepared to go to work. After dressing up, she stood in front of the mirror and just then she had flashback of when Asher kissed her at the garden. Hitting her head hard, she tried to forget about it. "Get yourself together, Josie Maran!" She told herself.

he says before hitting play. “Watch as they pull into the parking lot and move out of the shot for a bit. We picked them up again on another camera; see it?” he asks like he has solved the golden puzzle. We both stare at the video watching as the SUV stops beside another black SUV. You can see the person driving Josie try to drag her out of the seat, where she is fighting back. The driver backhands her stunning her momentarily.

I roll my eyes, "I like to be fully informed if I'm going to overthrow a government." "True, true. Continue," she smiles. "As I was saying, she attended Georgetown University in Washington, D.C., and she went on to work at a science lab in Georgetown." "What lab?" "I think it was called Arel or Arial-something starting with an A--" "Aural Laboratories," she interjects. "Right. So we know where we're going." "And the Reversal took place on," she checks her phone, "December 31, 2020."

She made up her mind to go with them no matter what it takes. All through that night, she stood at the rooftop and prayed to God for divine intervention. "Dad, Mom… you guys can hear me, right? Please, help me out. I want that woman to trust me, she is the only person that can help me take revenge for your death" “What!? How can the boss behave so rashly and give you the position of the team leader?” Stella exclaimed. Sophia frowned and pouted. Why is Stella acting like it is a big deal?

Josie replies. Put on display like some zoo animal, I stand and stretch in the middle of the room while the pack members watch me from the sidelines. However, Josie is suddenly behind me, taking my arm into her hands. “You’re doing it wrong,” she insists. “You need to pull your arm back like this.” Following her words, Josie forcibly jerks my arm backward, making me yelp as pain sears through my arm and shoulder. Only, she doesn’t let go as she tugs farther, making my arm feel like it’s going to snap.

Like you wouldn’t know her douche of fucking ex cheated on her and then she dumped him yesterday. If it was me I’d probably be wallowed up in bed under the covers elbow deep in a tub of Chunky Monkey by now. Josie has a small light blue cropped silk top on paired with a light wash denim pair of jeans. She looks fire. With a plain white oversized cardigan. She’s not trying to impress anyone. Although I did notice her take a quick mirror selfie and send it someone. Probably Mystery Man. I want to know his freaking identity. She’ll tell me when she’s ready.

“What type of deal did you make to get us out of here?” Josie closed her eyes. It was dark, but Kendra was sure that she saw a lone tear slide down the woman’s cheek. “No more than I deserve for all that I’ve done. Now, don’t have my efforts be in vein.” She reached under the seat and pulled out a small box with a vile and three needled syringes. “There are three shots here to help reverse the effects of the drug in your man. Wait until you are far away from here before giving them to him because he may react adversely. Maybe wait until morning. I added an extra vile just in case three doses aren’t enough. There’s a crossbow and some arrows beneath the seat. It was the best that I could do

That day, I watched my sister being pushed into the cave that she would never come out of. That night, I heard her screams from inside, but I got lost when I tried to follow her voice. Later, I returned to the village and pretended to have no memory of what had happened. I became Josie—the resentful, grown woman obsessed with the idea of marrying the god. Everything that had happened today was the result of a year's careful planning. Even though I had never seen the man in front of me before, I recognized his voice. When my sister died, I heard a man shout in rage.