Josie Saltzman Novels & Stories

What would Jace think if he knew that Ash was basically stalking Josie? Jace would think he’d lost his damn mind. Just as Ash had thought Jace had lost his—and well, he had—over Bethany. According to his report, Josie was twenty-eight. An art grad who lived in a basement studio apartment in a brownstone on the Upper East Side. The apartment was leased to her. Not another man. In fact there was little evidence in the report of this other man’s presence, other than him arriving to pick her up at different intervals. The report only spanned a few days, since it had only been since then that Ash had met Josie and immediately requested the information.

Winnie chips in. Definitely living in the twilight zone. The front door opens and a woman's voice calls out. "We're here." Tabitha comes across the other side of the island and hugs a blonde-haired woman. "Josie this is Joslin. She's dating Spencer. I'm so glad they let him off the cameras for the day so you could eat with us." "Josie and Jocelyn," Winnie says, staring at the both of us. "What's with all the J names?"

she paused, "The murder of my precious son, John Ramirez" With a nod from the judge, Ms. Ramirez played the recording. The courtroom fell silent as Isabella’s voice echoed through the speakers, dripping with malice and insanity. The jury listened intently as Isabella confessed to framing Joane, plotting against Nikolai, and detailing the involvement of her co-conspirators, including Leo, her mother, and Mr. Park.

I only hoped Josie would be as excited as Jenna was about that tidbit of news. Clearing my throat, “Jack,” I say trying to get his attention. He looks up at me but does not say anything just waiting for me to continue. “Sarah is Alpha Lucas’s sister,” I say to him. He looks at me confused. “I do not understand,” he replies. “She told Josie she came from the Harvest Moon Pack,” I say to him letting that sink in.

Someone POV "Have you found any information on her yet?" A man sitting in a swivel chair asked. He is so serious and very sophisticated. "As of now, I already have some of her information." "Fire." "Her true name is Kimora Hestia De Mixa Galvez. She's 19 years old and her birthday is December 24th. She's now living with her fiance." "Fiance ?!" "Yes sir. Zyron Cosmian and Maddison have a contract. I mean Maddison sell her daughter to Zyron to pay all their debts."

She knew she didn't have to ask who it was cause it would always be Mrs Smith. Mrs Josie Smith is the loyal house maid to the Hathaway family. She's been working with them even before Alexa and Chris were born. She was slightly older than Alexa's mother but she was humble. Everyone loved Josie like a family especially Alexa. They were like best friends but lately she has been acting a bit strange. Like talking to herself sometimes, or treating Alexa like she was a stranger, acting odd whenever she was around her. Once, Alexa was sure that Josie was watching her while she slept because when she woke up to use the bathroom, she found a set of blue eyes looking at her like she wanted to burn a

She then returned her gaze to the child in front of her. “Will you stop crying if I said yes?” David nodded with much enthusiasm, his eyes immediately light up and his sobs vanished. “Go get your bags so we can leave.” “You promise to wait?” He innocently asked with puppy dog eyes no one could deny. “I promise.” She gave him her word. David, elated that he was going to the Pride pack, grabbed Jane’s hand and dragged her upstairs, so she could help him pack his bags. Once they were out of sight, Isabel turned towards Desmond and said,

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

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.