Josie Saltzman Novels & Stories

"I step away to use the restroom, and you're done playing already?" I looked over and saw a man approaching in a dark gray athletic outfit. He was just as tall as Isaac, with an air of casual affluence in his features. He also looked about the same age as Isaac. Isaac glanced at him and said evenly, "This is Micah Holmes from the Holmes family of Jervia. He's a friend of mine." Then, he turned to Micah and added, "This is Josie York, a journalist from The Weekly Report."

“Best part of my day, other than right now.” I grinned and took another bite. Since the camera on my new phone surpassed the abilities of my actual camera by a great deal, I was having a blast taking pictures of things I found in the city. Dean and Rachel kept me busy during the day, sending me to various well supervised events throughout the area. If something appealed to me, I would take a picture and send it to Jack. At first I thought it might be too silly for a busy man, but he always asked for more. He seemed to live vicariously through the pictures I took throughout the day. “The woman said it was designed by a groomer in Queens who does only specialty cuts.”

Crystal said. “And her?” He asked. “She is here for your pleasure as well.” Crystal said nodding to a short blonde haired blue eyed female. “Josiah, meet Saddle. Saddle, this is Josiah.” Crystal said. Saddle walked up to Josiah who had reached out his hand, but before he could say anything or do anything, Saddle grabbed him between the legs and softly stroked him.

“Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.” “Valerie is fine,” I said. My palm was steady when he shook it; the temperature of his hand matched the room, controlled. “It is Rosalyn who thinks we need reinforcement. I trust her judgment.” “And I trust yours,” he replied, taking the seat I indicated. “I’ll work alongside Ms. Lewis to review investor contracts and filings, particularly with Lorenzo D’Amaris as I was informed that he is one of your potential investors..” My mouth flattened around that name. “You know him?”

says a voice like polished marble. Maxwell stands at the top of the steps as if he owns them. Finch floats just behind, smiling something that does not reach his eyes. Josie slides out of the sycamore shade in a dress that’s improbable, but just right for her because she is who she is. Sable does not bother to show her face. Of course she doesn’t, shade is her hobby. “Welcome,” Grady says without warmth. “Sit where the light can touch you.” They do, insulted and sulking, good.

Jacob’s POV The girl’s name is Calista Caitlynn, a nineteen year old omega. She speaks to me with enough wisdom and intelligence that not all women have, by her looks and her figure I even thought I could marry my son to her instead, only that she lacks the name for it. I could still picture how she gasped for air the moment I touched her, it felt like she wanted me to do more of that. She’s perfect as a whore, to be honest, but she’s even more perfect to serve.

"We watched a documentary about bridge construction once, I don't even remember how we ended up on it, and within twenty minutes Josie was emotional about the workers." "Was it sad?" "It was, actually, when you got into it. But Josie found it before any of us were even paying attention." She paused. "That's her gift. She finds the feeling in things before everyone else does." Something about the way she said it made me look at her. She was smiling at the screen, relaxed in a way she rarely fully allows herself to be, and the blue television light was doing something gentle to her face and I thought, not for the first time, that this was the version of her the world didn't get to see very oft

She sits at one of the tables, sipping what appears to be a martini, and her face contorts in disgust after her first sip. I chuckle, tilting my head as I observe her. She wears a sash, but due to the distance and dim lighting, I am unable to decipher its inscription. "Gelo," I utter, the name of my beta. "I desire to know the message on her sash." Gelo chuckles next to me, catching my eye. "It's her twenty-second birthday. Her sash says to buy her a drink. I've sent you, her details." My phone vibrates a moment later. I pull it out of my pocket, her username shining brightly on the screen. The temptation to ignore this perfect chance tugs at me, but I can't resist the mystery of the unknown

Isaiah says, more to himself since he seems to have forgotten we're here with him. "Eligor, what are you doing here? I thought you were with Dawn." Isaiah shifts uneasily as I step into view, sitting down beside him as Flame does the same and he seems to relax in her presence, reaching over to squeeze her hand. "A baby is a blessing Kateline dear, you'll be a wonderful mother. Helena is ecstatic to be a grandmother again. Although Eligor doesn't know we see his other children so please don't mention it." "I won't." Flame says kindly, holding onto his hand and looking into it. "Would you tell me more about her, about Helena, while we wait for her I mean."

I sighed turning to look at him briefly. “do you think, she’ll like the venue?”I asked. Jose laughed. “nervous, I see” he muttered “she’ll love it and by the way it’s okay to be nervous, dude I threw up at my own wedding” I chuckled at the memory of that day, luckily he didn’t get his vomit all over his wife’s dress. “you’ll do great, now go have some fun as a single person before u get married”. he stated patting my back and standing up. I nodded and followed him to where the others way.after a few turns the winner was finally announced and it was Jose. Very surprising. Note the sarcasm. After paying Jose his money, we made him treat us to dinner in a fancy steak house we found. He wasn’t v