Novel & Cerita Josie Saltzman

Bracing myself for the unknown, I called out, “Josie.” Josie appeared at the top of the staircase with Jasmine’s hand in hers. The little girl looked nothing like her sister. Where Josie’s hair was brown, Jasmine’s was red. Josie’s face was battered, Jasmine’s was perfect. When my eyes met Jasmine’s, I found the same blue as her sister’s.

I see the first girl walk in and I hear Thalex let out a growl as does Lex when the second girl walks in. “Everybody this is Milynn and her friend Josie.” Alpha Wes says. I can’t take my eyes off Josie. She is tiny and perfect. She can’t be over 5’ if that with long hair the colour of snow with what looks like strands of gold running throughout it and eyes that are also the colour of gold that stands out against her smooth porcelain skin colour. I hear Aliya telling Thalex to calm the hell down as he walks up to Milynn. She seems surprised by his actions but not scared. Josie looks at me and that's it, I am done. That sweet smile she just flashed me also just killed me.

KILLIAN The blood in my veins turned into molten lava as I stared at Helio Salazar and Josie through the two-way mirror. This guy was lying. He had to. But Josie knew him; she didn't deny it or the fact that she had delivered him packages. Still, she was sitting there, shaking her head and fisting her hands. She looked at Helio with disgust, almost like she didn't know Helio Salazar had been working for my mother before and learned only now...

Josie felt it was disgusting, but she didn't show it. Elyse smiled, "Jocelyn, you and Josie are both designers at Prosperity Jewelry, so you must know each other well!" Jocelyn glanced at Josie, who was smiling, and replied, "Kind of!" Elyse was confused. She frowned, "Jocelyn, why don't you look happy? I heard from Josie that she and Skyler have known each other for years. If they know each other so well, don't you know Josie well?"

I liked how Jake was different with me, it made me feel special. “You know men like Jake need a strong headed, argumentative and a fiery woman to protect them when people try to take advantage of them. Take Joseph Lachlan for example, such a sweet man and kind of naïve, the only woman for him was Mary, she was literally his opposite.” I nodded, I’ve heard a lot about their love story, and it was pretty famous. “Umm but we are just friends. For now. We haven’t really discussed-“ I start but she cuts me off.

"No, this is impossible!" Josie had completely lost her mind. A screech escaped her as she threw herself forward, a scowl twisting her delicately made-up face. She leveled an angry finger at me and yelled, "She's nothing! She's just a bumpkin who was brought back here on a whim! She's only my replacement! "Moguls like you shouldn't turn on one another because of a shabby nobody like her! She can't possibly satisfy the three of you at once! The three of you must choose one of us now!"

Max POV. It's been 3 days since the night I received that dreadful message from the unknown number. Life has been boring, the voice hadn't contacted me for days, it has been from work to the gym and my apartment. I just couldn't help but wonder if Josephine's father, Jerry Oniels and his wife Sandra Oniels are even as concerned as I am towards the wellbeing of their daughter. Staring at my phone I deleted all the nude videos a strange girl called Amelia had been sending me.

“You had wolfsbane, didn’t you?” My head snapped towards him. Isaac averted his gaze from the woman. The woman frowned before her eyes cut to my form. “Ah, Luna Kathryn. I am Felice. I apologize for my manners, but this one,” he pointed at my mate, “has been giving me troubles ever since he turned 21.” “Felice,” Isaac protested with a grunt.

“Is this event about me and my ‘failed marriage’? Or are we eventually going to hear your Boss, Salzman’s speech about trauma and internalized shame—which, judging by this table, half of you should be taking notes on?” Dead silence. Victoria’s jaw dropped open. Yvonne looked like someone had slapped her with a holy book. Mary? Speechless. For once. “Good,” I added, sipping my water. “Let’s focus.” Then suddenly, the mic crackled. “All right, ladies and gentlemen,” Salzman’s voice echoed through the hall, smooth and commanding. “Let’s take a moment to welcome the man behind these powerful pieces—the vision, the rawness, the depth. The man behind the entire art segment… Liam Newton.”

I began to descend, each step softer than the last, like walking into water. With every level, the walls shifted. Newspaper clippings. Photos. Maps. But not of this world. Cities I’d never seen. Dates that didn’t exist. People with names I’d never heard, but faces I almost recognized. Halfway down, I stopped in front of a photo pinned crookedly on the wall. A girl. Braids. Nightgown. The one from the field. And written in red beneath her photo: “CANDIDATE 7. STATUS: INTERFERENCE.”