Novel & Cerita Warhorse Joey

I fall for him I can't get enough of him.. You're mine Joey Harris

Jett was suddenly under my feet, wanting to leave with me. I grinned at Jett. "Grant, call him." "Jett, here boy." Grant whistled. Jett did as instructed and ran toward Grant. We were working on training him, but he was still a work in progress. Shutting the barn door, I examined my surroundings for threats before I made my way back to the house. I stiffened when something moved in the forest. With his gun hanging on his shoulder, Joey emerged from the trees with a crooked smile on his full lips. "It's just me."

His wrestler's shoulders were part of his burly physique. His nomad-blue eyes twinkled every time he speaks. They were Saturn round and were a-flush with triumph. His excellent personality and bass voice were a big part of his ambitious character. He always wore nifty clothes and his commanding aroma is appealing. Joey on the other side has a manly physique. His mariner-yellow eyes were orb around and darted constantly, a-gleam with delight and the vigor of youth. They were soft, Irish eyes and swam with joy. They shone brightly, as two sapphires dipped in milky pools.

(Joey POV) I am going to be Beta of West Mountain Pack. Me. ME. Goddess, no matter how hard I worked the past few months, I never expected this. Nor did I think I deserved it. High school Joey was lazy, rude, and a bully. But now I am going to be Beta. Holy Goddess. If it wasn’t for the seriousness of the situation, I would be jumping up and down. But alas, I had a job to do.

I just knew. So here I was, willing to go to any length to keep the devil away from that little boy. Joey was left with Vector's guards, who continued to give him rides on their backs one by one. Which, to be honest, was a very strange sight to have. Every time Joey appeared to be close to tumbling to the ground, I could literally feel goosebumps sprouting all over my arms or my heart squeezing and clenching with fear. Those men might look like professional killers, what with their broody demeanor and physiques clearly intended to crush opponents to the ground, but while they let Joey play with them, they strangely appeared nearly as soft as a teddy bear.

The excitement in the warrior's voice piqued River's curiosity and he lifted his head and peeked out at the warrior. A smile quickly spreads across the warrior's face when he finally gets a look at the Omega's face. "Oh my, you're the cutest thing ever!" The warrior said and River smiled "How old are you? I have a little brother who might be around the same age and he's an omega too. Maybe you guys can hang out." "I just turned 18," River stated proudly. "Joey is 17, I bet you two would get along. If you want, I can bring him tomorrow." The warrior said and River's face lit up, excited to meet another Omega. He quickly nodded his head and the warrior smiled as he reached up and roughed his h

I would never want to be the reason anyone else goes through the same thing. So I've been thinking of horse betting. Horses of great speed can cost us millions to start off but they can also make us billions. I'll take the risk but I'm gonna need a backup plan. I was really missing Roxy. She would suggest all kinds of things to me, brainstorming ideas for each suggestion... **Flashback** "What's this one?" Roxy asked picking up a gun. "That is a Romanian Carbine. Known as AK Draco," Jack stated.

“For everything.” The look Joey’s words put on Knight’s face were heartbreaking. The werewolf looked like he wanted to grab Joey, put him back in the car, and take him back home again. “Whatever happens, know that you’re always welcome,” Knight told her. “Okay?” Joey managed to muster up a small smile at that. “Thanks.” * * * *

Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends. The leader wolf of the group of assassins looked straight into Ezra's eyes. “What do you guys want to do?” Windy did not hesitate but directly asked the question she wanted to know. Windy's response to that question was a loud laugh from the enemy. Their leader still looked at Ezra sternly; he didn't laugh at Windy or react. "Didn't expect that the one who was called the great warrior of the tribe had such a stupid subordinate?" "Who do you say is the fool?"

He glanced between Luca and me. I shook my head. Joey’s mouth curved into a crooked half-smile, the first I had ever seen from him. “Well, that makes things interesting. He called us once, right after Alaric broke your ankle again. Marco said he believed you, that you were telling the truth, and had nothing left to give Alaric. But Alaric couldn’t accept it.” Joey rubbed the back of his neck, winced at the pain, but pretended not to notice. “He told us he was finished playing Alaric’s pawn. Said he’d rather stand with Luca than be crushed beneath that bastard’s rule.”