Josie The Half Cat Novels & Stories

Her face was flushed, clearly in the throes of her heat. Lucas gently stroked her forehead, his eyes full of concern. The caption read: "My Alpha dropped everything to take care of me, leaving his runaway Omega behind while I'm sick. This is what true love is—choosing the one who really needs you." Below it, in smaller text: "Certain half-bloods should stop dreaming." I watched the video, my heart completely still. I almost wanted to laugh. Because this scene was all too familiar. My first heat, three years ago.

He did not really recognize all of Liam's siblings. "Kate Joell is my half-sister through my father's second marriage with Victoria Jones. Joell is the combination of the surnames Jones and Campbell. Her original name was Kathleen Jones but she didn't like to be known by that name. So, she applied for citizenship in Country P and changed her name to Kate Joell. I am the co-founder of Kate CJ fashion brand. I owned fifty per cent shares of that company." "No way..." Adrian was still in shock, he kept shaking his head. The information Liam told him was too hard to believe.

The robotic voice sounded more glitched. "Wait! What?" My eyes furrowed in bewilderment as I stared at the person behind the mask. I couldn't believe my ears. " You can't be serious… I accept all this just to keep her safe and make her mine…you can't just boss me around." My voice tremulous, as I clenched my fist. " Failure to obey will result in the death of your love, Josephine Oniels and all your family members." I shuddered in trepidation, the voice was this time laced with hatred and venom.

“You feel for the snag point, the place the magic catches. You will know it.” She swallows. I take her hand. ‘With me,’ I say into our private part of the link and feel her eyes feather over my skin. We go in the front door hand in hand. Finch startles, trying to be both invisible and in charge. He fails at both. Maxwell smiles like a man about to sell a vineyard he inherited. Josie sits on a folding table with her ankles crossed like she’s at a photoshoot for a charity gala and didn’t get the email about the apocalypse. Sable perches on a crate, wrist raw, beads sticky with someone else’s blood. She brightens when she sees me the way a cat brightens when it wants to play.

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, my 18 dads exchanged knowing, vicious smiles. If there was one thing Wicked Valley never ran out of, it was ways to torture people. "Bring her up!" Tom, drenched in sweat, shoved Josie to her knees in front of me. Just a moment ago, she'd been all arrogant swagger, threatening to gouge out my eyes. Now, her makeup was a smeared mess, and she looked like a drowned rat.

“Cheers to that,” Mason says, lifting his glass of water in a gesture Josie had taught us. Josie lifts her glass, clinking it against his before taking a drink. “She also identified Cornelius as her father,” Deacon says and Josie shudders. “For the record, I see absolutely no resemblance between the two of you,” he adds. “Thank god. Because I'd be so offended, that dude is ugly as hell,” she laughs and we all join her. I’m so proud of how well she is taking this.

she says with tears in her eyes once again. I want to go comfort my mother, but I still felt that disconnect between us. I am sorry for the pain she has endured but she has since made some poor choices. “So, Josie is my half-sister?” I say quietly as the realization just hit me. The half-sister who was now stolen from us I consider.

Even though you're exceptionally talented, skilled, attractive, and beautiful, you don't stir any feelings in my heart. Josie sneered. She fought hard to suppress her anger, forcing a smile instead. She sighed and said, "We've been friends for so long and know each other so well, yet it feels like I'm truly seeing you for the first time now. Candice does have a unique charm." Elio lowered his head and responded impassively, "I'm busy. If there's nothing else, please leave." Feeling discontent, Josie stood up reluctantly and quietly left the study. As she entered the living room, she found Candice dressed in adorable cartoon pajamas, applying a facial mask with her hair styled in a bun.

I suddenly wondered how different it was to grow up in the Mafia than it was in the cartel. One picture caught my eye. It was Jasmine with a woman I didn’t know. She was pretty and petite. In a way she resembled Jasmine, but she was older with dark hair versus Jasmine’s red hair. Catalina had told me the story of Jasmine’s sister and Dario. This must be a picture of the infamous Josie.

I really don’t want to deal with her right now, but being the Beta of the pack, I need to be fair and nice. I step away from her touch and turn to face her. “Hello, Josie.” Josie is a young member of the pack, newly 18. I was there when she shifted for the first time. She’s always had a crush on me, and I’ve been nice but never encouraged her. To be honest, I was hoping that she would find her Goddess-given mate when she shifted, but she didn’t.