Seventeen Joshua Novels & Stories

I told Amber, she nodded, “Great, perhaps now she’ll be able to train better; we need our queen strong to lead us into battle.” Joshua said, he then began to chuckle, “Assuming she can even stand.” “Josh!” Adam said sternly, I nodded to Adam, “Perhaps you’d like to be her sparring partner for a while. I could surely use a break; she’s only just discovered that she was a witch weeks ago and she has nearly surpassed me.” Josh went pale when I said this and ducked his head down as if to make himself invisible. Once I gathered enough food to feed a small army, I headed back upstairs.

To get Luna to hate him like what he was doing at that moment was far easier than getting her to try to accept him and fall in love with him. However… Joshua violently took in a puff of the cigarette. He put out the cigarette, turned around, and headed downstairs. Even if Luna wanted to be in a relationship with someone else, it should not be Christian Moore, who just turned 19! “Joshua, it’s late. Where are you going?” Hearing footsteps coming from the corridor, Fiona pursed her lips and walked out of her room in an adorable yet sexy pair of pajamas. She timidly looked at Joshua, who was putting on his coat.

Becca ~”Did you mean what you said? Josh ~”Yes. You both are a bunch of spoiled teenagers running around causing havoc everywhere. You have not worked for a single thing in your life. Everything is a game to you. You come up with fucked up plans that do more harm than good. You don’t stop and see that other people care about you too. It’s just you and Sammy in your perfect little world. I am done with it.” This is not going to end well. Josh is in a mood and he is looking for Johno.

Unresolved was familiar territory. I closed my eyes and let my body lead. I moved with hesitation at first then with urgency. My arms reached and pulled back. My feet traced uncertain patterns. My breath grew uneven. Images flickered through my mind. Seventeen-year-old me, promising forever without knowing the cost. Older me, afraid to want more. Noah’s face at the airport steady, open, letting me go. When the music stopped, I was shaking. The instructor nodded once. “Good,” she said simply.

However, Uncle Jett called and asked my father to come down for official business. “Hey asshole.” “Hey nut sack!” dad responded. “Oh, wait, Indie still has your balls in a vice. Hey nutless.” He laughed. “Fuck you. I don’t mind Indie handling my nuts. It makes for a hell of a night.” He chuckled. “What’s up?” Uncle Jett sighed. “I have an issue going on here, bro. Joshua found a girl in the woods. A pup. Seventeen years old. She was beaten within an inch of her life by three alpha men.”

“For fifteen seconds.” I said nothing. In my peripheral vision I could see him watching me with that calm unhurried attention that Joshua always had, like the world moved slightly slower for him than for everyone else and he’d made his peace with that a long time ago. He’d been out since he was seventeen. He’d told me that in the first week, matter of fact, the same way he told me he took the left wardrobe and preferred the window open at night. Just information. No performance around it.

CHAPTER THREE On Monday morning, I tried my best to avoid Vivian but that girl seem to be a daredevil. “Joshua, what were you even saying over the phone”, she doesn't call me Joshua except she wanted to deliver a very significant message. I only stared at her as she drew nearer. “Joshua, I'm talking to you”, she was trying to make herself as audible and annoying as she can be. Her statements were already attracting the stares of my fellow classmates especially Christabel, my secret crush.

She smiles sweetly. Joshua is tall—about six-foot four like Cam with crew cut, dark hair and a muscular physic. I swallow the lump in my throat. He has a square Jaw, two-day shadow, and piercing blue eyes, and he’s wearing a pair of cargo pants with a white T-shirt. He’s gorgeous like Cameron, but in a different, rugged way. Jeez, these two as brothers would have been trouble when they were younger. Holy crap. Joshua gently kisses his daughter on her forehead as she sits comfortably on his hip, and I feel myself melt. What is it about super alpha men and the softness that their children bring out in them that makes all women go gooey?

Shawn answered. Joshua got up and climbed onto Shawn surprising him, “Wh, what are you doing?” Joshua looked down into his eyes and said, “Outside I saw the sunshine in your eyes and it looked gold.” “And your point?” Shawn asked as Joshua’s arms wrapped around his neck. “I want to see it up close,” Joshua answered. Looking into Joshua’s eyes Shawn felt his soul shake, a feeling that he had never felt with Aldridge. His heart accelerated and he felt himself draw into Joshua’s capturing gaze.

It was next to Joel's. Joshua stood in the middle of the grave. He sighed after looking at Joel and Terry's graves in turn. "I really don't know what to say to you ... Mom," Joshua said. “God, I really call you Mom when I really hate you for the rest of my life.” He sounded very troubled when it came to calling Terry Mom, something that was still really hard for him. "You're gone and we have no good memories at all. It's so weird. Being your son but not looking like the son you wanted."