Novelist Josephine Novels & Stories

Joseph called me naïve, said it was immature to spend four years studying literature, yet he still remodeled a room in our home into the perfect space for me to stay inside and write. Even though my fictional worlds were filled with scumbags for men, I never imagined that Joseph would become one of them. I thought of a recent novel I had written about winning back a wife. One top comment read: [The heroine meets one male lead; the hero meets ten.] A smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. Turns out it was true. Joseph was the only one for me.

“I knew something like this would happen. I knew there would come a day when I wouldn’t be enough for Adam and he’d want to take me out. Quietly.” Calix shook his head, his heart a war drum in his chest. “What the hell is that…I thought he loved you.” Josephine smiled faintly. Sad. Tired. “He - he hasn’t really loved anyone in his life. He wanted me. It was an obsession, a craze. And then, he loved me - or pretended to do so - as long as I acted like the perfect wife. But then you came and I knew it couldn’t continue like this. I wanted to give you something better.”

“You’re the most un-aristocratic young mistress I’ve seen.” Josephine sniffled. “To hell with those etiquettes!” Josephine drank half a bottle of wine in one go. The chatterbox in Josephine could not be switched off once she began. She continued to blabber on. “Sister-in-law, do you know? I sold myself to get Zayne. “The person I had sex with that night was not Zayne, but a lecherous hooligan. That man not only took away my innocence but made me pregnant as well.

Now that he is a famous lawyer and he has money, she can’t stay away from him. So yeah, when Alex told me that Josephine Jackson is the ONE, I couldn’t believe it, I thought he was joking. I have to admit she is beautiful and the way she moves her body I can see why he likes her. Jo is the opposite of what Alex enjoys daily, she is blonde, curvy, divorced and in a way to fragile to fight against all the women who throw themselves at Alex or worst she doesn’t have a chance against Christine. I sighed imagining Christine victory smile. I can see clubbing it’s not on her favorite activities and I wonder how fun she is.

But safer than being alone. I thought about the poison a lot. The way it had burned going down, like swallowing a handful of needles. Josephine wasn't clever enough for this. She'd tried to have me killed once. Using poison twice? It was absurd. Reckless. She wanted my money, not my corpse. Dead girls don't sign checks.

In truth, she had Aunt Amelia's stunning eyes, and perhaps transparent lenses would have been a better option. "You have your reasons for not liking me, and I understand that. I might come off as arrogant and difficult, and my sense of style might be unconventional. Nevertheless, rest assured that it won't impede my investigative skills. I know how much Sophia means to you, and I'm willing to put in the effort to help you solve the mystery and save her. But I want to plead with you, Liam, to give me a chance and make my work a bit easier. We can't function effectively as a team if you harbour such strong dislike towards me," Josephine spoke with a serious expression, and I shook my head in r

She couldn't find a clean shirt while cleaning, so she decided to just wear her dirty one. It's currently 9 pm and Josephine is in her office answering a few emails. As time passed of her sitting in her office she decided to do some research on Elizabeth. She was curious, wondering where she knew Elizabeth from. Josephine stares off with a blank expression, biting her thumb nail. She sighed. Her hands moved to an open laptop in front of her. In a search bar she types 'Elizabeth Walker' Results include a short bio, headlines and pictures.

Repressing the urge to smile at the little girl's adorable explanation, I looked away as the realization that Josephine was really a mother hit me. She was probably married to the man who picked her up the other day and also sent her gifts during our meeting. To think she had killed our children, just to have a daughter with someone else was maddening. I had devoted myself to her and had done my best to make her life comfortable, only for her to repay me so brutally. The fact that I needed her to win my case frustrated me to inexplicable heights, because I wanted her out of my life as soon as possible.

"What are you afraid of? Things have been done and the effect is very good. Besides, the person who helped me do this is very smart. You can rest assured that there won't be any troubles. Anyway, Elizabeth is just a mistress kept James. By then, who will pay attention to her when she is under great pressure?" Josephine had prepared for such a long time, so how could she act as recklessly as before? She had prepared everything before taking action. Humph! This time, she was sure that her plan was foolproof. She was waiting to watch a good show! After listening to Josephine's words, Zena looked at her in surprise, "How can you say that she is a mistress?" Josephine waved her hand unconcernedly

' He thought bitterly. “You must be really happy, seeing me in here,” He sneered. “Yeah, I must be. Right?” Josephine asked, her voice laced with anger. All her life, she had tried to build a reputation, but he had destroyed it. She had always stood by him—not because she loved him that much, but because she needed him, needed the Wells name, the fame, the money. At the beginning, she admitted she had loved him. But that love had long since died, replaced by her hunger for power.