Josie Saltzman Novels & Stories

Her tongue slipped between my lips and swirled around my own. When she broke it off, Josie looked into my eyes and smiled. "You're all mine this weekend." "What? How? I've got Shelby tonight and Olivia on Saturday." Shelby was the one with the absolutely enormous implants. She's got to be a GG in size, but with a waist as tight as Josie's. I was kind of looking forward to seeing how she'd use those incredible breasts in bed.

“Liam doesn’t have any Alpha in him. I have taught him and always kept the impression up that he would take over for me. He will need to tell me himself though that he doesn’t want it.” My eyebrows scrunched together. “How does an Alpha as powerful as you have a son that doesn’t have an iota of…” I clamped my hand over my mouth, my eyes wide. Desmond gave me a sad smile. “Natalie is fifteen. She also doesn’t have any Alpha in her. She is a carbon copy of her mother though.” He chuckled. “Both?” I looked at him, suddenly feeling the need to reach out to him, to hold him.

she laughed. “Who else are you going to kiss? It’s the New Year. You have to kiss someone.” She let out a deep sigh, “Fine-” Elias lurched forward, smothering her in a sloppy kiss as Jess fell into fits of giggles. “Ew,” she said, wiping her lips, “That was even worse than I expected.” Elias didn’t care much for the criticism and lay on the roof, enjoying the bright display. “Happy New Year everyone,” he said, “I’d like to tribute this one to Cato for already being the best Alpha we could ever hope for.”

"Daisy, Mr Antonio Nathaniel died some weeks ago and his investors are rallying to leave the company bankrupt if Seth doesn't pay them up." Daisy's voice was barely above whispers yet laced with concern. "Wait a minute! Mr Antonio, the CEO of MetaX is dead?" Alison couldn't believe what she was hearing. "This is really bad, Poor Seth, what is he going to do now?" Alison said as she sank into the bed dressed with a bubble gum pink bedsheet. "You see, that is the main reason why I'm considering the marriage contract." Daisy's voice was barely above whispers. "Now I get it, Daisy."

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.

Ozouf had no choice but to cheer up as well as he entered deeper int the crowd to avoid any form of contact with Edon's eye. Sooner than later, Phelan felt unsafe being held up in their house, she whispered to her small brother bot to bother her as she made her way out. “I feel so insecure, and I feel overwhelmed with abnormal powers, so let no one know that I left the house!” She said to Zeff knowing that Zeff was aware that she was turning eighteen and was then the time to become more powerful.

I am the eldest son of an Alpha and a breeder, a strong one, so my father pushed me harder to use a breeder, but I had hoped for my mate. The batch from North America didn't interest me nor did the batch from the South. The current batch is from Central America and so far held no interest for me either until she came out. Many of us higher ups sat up when she came out in her pale blue dress. She stood up on the podium and above her on the flat screen, came her statistics. ALPHA ONLY PRIME BREEDER NAME: KATE MARIE PAYNE AGE: 16 HAIR: BLONDE EYES: SILVER GREY

“Jaxy, aren’t you gonna introduce me to your friend?” Theo’s brow cocks up as he swings his gaze to me, mouthing ‘Jaxy’ and snickering. Jax’s wolf flashes silver in his eyes and he looks like he’s about to protest, so I go ahead and jump in, flashing the girl a smile and extending my hand. “Hey there. I’m Reid.” She places her dainty little hand in mine, batting her eyelashes. “Juliet.” “My sister,” Jax quickly adds with a scowl.

Margit walked in. She was tall. Taller than Josie expected. Thin. White-blonde hair that moved on its own, like it was underwater. Silver eyes. Not amber or gold. Silver. The color of fish scales, of moonlight on ice. She wore a grey dress that looked like it was made of water. She wore no ring. "Josie Vargas," she said. Her voice was like rain on glass. Soft. Cold. Everywhere. "The unclaimed girl." "Get out of my apartment."