Josiah Stories

Summer was right around the corner for the agents. And that means a two week summer break from the raelos. Formerly the nelson's mothers idea. Now became a tradition. But as the raelos became more and more important in the mission in finding their mom. Some of them had to stay behind. And shiloh had chosen them. It wasn't fair. Shiloh knew it and tried to make it more fair by choosing people to stay who went on the break more. (Basically the more breaks you went on. The more likely you were to stay behind).

This is not my own personal story!!! @subversivej is the original author please read her books before reading this. If you are coming from her books there will be spoilers so I would recommend you read all of her books then come back to my story. This 'story' will be what I think would happen to the characters and don't give me hate if you doing like what I think some of the characters would do. This will not go in the order with her books it will jump around books and different chapters. Hope you enjoy my story. <3

just see what happens and ,enjoy;)

This is a J. Cole Fan Fiction

Drew wakes up one day hearing the screams of Enja at the other side of the apartment, continue to read if you dare.

Nicki has everything she wants but isn't completely satisfied with her life. Everything is done routinely. She wants to add some "spice" to her life and with the cocky new boy this is her opportunity but is it going to satiate her needs or mess up her life? She's willing to risk everything for some difference in her life.

A friendship turned into a competition that can kill any of them. --- We are just a normal student when that day happens. A normal teenage-besties who shares a lot of gossips with a tea. We thought, a past mistake will be healed soon so we try to forget it. But all of a sudden, a cassette tape that is connected to a murder case from the past was found. It's been 1 year but in just one second, everything changes. We became the suspects, we became murderers, we became monsters in media's eyes. What are we going to do to clean our names while surviving Kassette Figueroa's game?

This is a story and struggle of a young love.Watching the girl you love fall for someone else. Tutunganga ka na lang ba at hahayaan na mahulog siya sa iba? o Pipigilan mo ito at paiibigin siya?. 🥳❤️

The sequel.

she has cute height, he is tall, she's smart, he is genius, she's gorgeous, he is handsome as hell, can we call them perfect fit ?

My Children ❤.❤

Why do nerds always get bullied? We are the same like everyone else in the world. Sometimes I wonder why I actually had a chance to be with my crush? Troy Ramos, one of the hottest Quarterbacks at Hearst High, invited me to a party. Which of course gave me butterflies in my stomach. Everything was finally coming true. Until... Troy used me to win a bet. It was a dream that ended in a disaster. And it changed me forever. But who said a good girl can't turn bad? Hi, I'm Morena Lewis and this is my story.

The Axe Murder House in Villisca, Iowa, stands as a chilling testament to one of the most infamous unsolved crimes in American history. In the summer of 1912, the Moore family, consisting of parents Josiah and Sarah, their four children, and two young houseguests, were brutally murdered in their sleep. The killer, wielding an axe found on the property, bludgeoned each victim to death, leaving the small town of Villisca reeling in shock and disbelief. To this day, the identity of the perpetrator remains a mystery, despite numerous investigations and suspects over the years. The house itself, with its weathered exterior and creaking floorboards, has become a magnet for paranormal enthusiasts and curiosity-seekers drawn to its tragic history. Visitors brave enough to step inside the Axe Murder House report eerie encounters and unexplained phenomena, from disembodied voices and shadowy figures to sudden drops in temperature and unexplained noises. Some claim to have felt an overwhelming sense of dread or unease, as if the very walls of the house hold the lingering echoes of the past. Despite its dark reputation, the Axe Murder House remains a haunting reminder of the fragility of life and the enduring mystery of the human psyche. Whether viewed as a grim tourist attraction or a solemn memorial to the lives lost within its walls, it continues to fascinate and unsettle all who dare to glimpse into its shadowy depths.

I dug my phone out of my pocket, shoving the white rectangular device to my ear, I groaned at the caller ID, but answered anyway. "You had better have a good reason for interrupting me on this lovely Californian afternoon," I spat annoyingly. A deep voice erupted from the other line of the phone, right before a hearty chuckle escaped from his mouth, "good to see you haven't changed, sis." "He hasn't seen me in four years and he thinks he knows a guy?" I say, laughing at my attempt to tease him. "Enough of the chitchat, get back to the point," I heard a deep voice that sent shivers right to my core in the otherwise silent background. I don't recognize the voice, but I could already tell he was probably the most compelling, sovereign individual you would meet. It only peeked my interest to see a face to match the intonation. I caught my brother clearing his throat, trying to act intimidating. "Listen, sis, I need a favor. My entire reputation and the Ferrari is depending on you. You need to come to New York," he says in such a menacing tone. No doubt wanting to show off to his friend. He thinks I'll just do it? With nothing in return for me? Why that son-of-a-bitch, literally, demands a favor? After he so recklessly gambled on me without my knowledge? He thinks that he is almighty and just because he got our parents corporation he calls the shots, just like that, and only to tell me that I need to do him a solid. "No," I say sternly, "and if you ever contact me again Beckham, I will-" "You don't have a choice here, "sis", you have no job, no house, but a mutt and a red Chevy named Callum. If you don't come willingly, well," he scoffs, the low raspy and angelic voice says, "I'll just have to come and get you, La Mia dolce," the voice that isn't my brother's whispers.