Novels by Josephine

" So you are saying that you really liked this girl on the first date which is quite shocking to me if you ask me." Isaac said as he sat on the floor of Alexander’s bedroom. A throw pillow was sitting on his lap as he interrogated Alexander. " Didn't you say that you didn't plan to mate anyone and that you will reject the omega on your first date?" He asked and Alexander nodded before answering his questions. " Trust me that was my initial plan before going to the date." Alexander said, his voice still calm as he sat beside Isaac, his back resting against the bed. " You should have seen her, Isaac. She is gorgeous, a goddess if you want me to be more specific. " He said and Isaac looked at him as if he had suddenly grown two horns on his head. Alexander omitted the parts where he would dream of a certain omega who had the same face as that of Eleanor. He didn't know whether it was his mind playing tricks on him or it was a sign of God. But he refused to let anyone know his secr

Alexander felt as if his dream was playing right in front of him. God must be really playing some kind of wicked trick with him. There is no way that an omega of his dreams exist in reality too. It felt surreal. What kind of tricks was God playing on him?He stared at the omega for a couple of seconds , probably making the omega shift in her seat. He didn't even know that he was looking like a creep at the moment but he somehow pulled himself away from the trance. The waitress came to take the order and they ordered two iced vanilla latte . Alexander ignored how the waitress smiled at him in a not so friendly way but rather in 'hey ! Can we meet up in an empty alley?' way. He was used to this look. He was a regular victim of this look. The one who sat in front of him is way more important than anyone else.Eleanor was beautiful as he remembered. She was brunette in reality too which was a pleasant thing. Brown suits her well. He would have been a little sad if she was not exactly id

Alexander had completely forgotten about this date. He thought that his mother would forget about it too, but it was not the case. He should have known that his mother was very nosy person. Because at the day of the date, a courier was sent at his door step. It was an outfit for date sent by his mom along with a note that said 'Good luck for meeting your omega.'He almost shouted in frustration right in the middle of the hallway but thankfully he didn't had any neighbors or else it would have been a problem. Seriously, who even goes on blind date with an intend to get married soon after? That was so old fashioned. "You look stunning. I am sure that your future mate would be head over heels for you." It was Isaac who said those words. Alexander rolled his eyes as he tugged in the oversized off white sweater in his black pants. He tried to play it casual with his own clothes . His mother had sent him a suit. A freaking suit! As if he was going on a high business deal .

It had been a few days since Alexander’s mother dropped the news on him. The Alpha had ever since avoided meeting his mother. His father remained quiet in his matter , opting to silently support his wife instead. Alexander knew that asking his father's help was of no use. It was clear that both his parents were planning on this date for a long time ago since his mother was so excited. On the other hand, his dreams had become more frequent. Almost each night, he dreamt about the girl with long hair and soft eyes. His dreams would be the same. The smile of the omega was now imprinted on his mind.His Alpha would roar each time he dreamt about that beautiful Omega, growling in the darkness of the night when realisation would hit him that it was just a dream and not reality.In his dreams, he would chase the omega . The Omega would run with a big smile on her face and mischief in her soft eyes.And so Alexander found himself sitting in front of his laptop. The number

Alexander found himself standing in the middle of the forest, covered with long thick trees. He could hear the distant sound of water running through the river somewhere. The ground was slightly damp and his shoes were getting dirty.But his eyes were fixed on a female figure standing in front of him.Her long brown hair covered most of her face, thanks to the cool breeze flowing around them. He could still see her plump lips smiling at him mischievously. "Come alpha. Catch me if you can!" She shouted, excitement clear in her voice as she playfully challenged him." And what if i catch you?" Alexander heard himself asking the question his voice laced with excitement as well. He was already eager for the chase.The omega tugged her long hair behind her ears and Alexander felt it hard to breathe. The omega was stunning, absolutely gorgeous. Her eyes expressive shade of brown, her lips looked like rose petals. Alexander wanted to have more of her peach scent. It was intoxica

Nights would keep Alexander awake most of the time. He would always have the same nightmare again and again, and it still made him lose all the air from his lungs. So it was natural and reasonable for him to be a little moody and at edge. Insomnia was not something he was not familiar with, but that doesn't mean that he would get used to it.Alexander, a thirty years old unmated Alpha, had his priorities sorted. He had the same routine as well. People around him knew what would be his schedule at a particular time. And that is why as soon as he stepped his feet in the cafe, a small omega around his age smiled at him even though he didn't smile back at her. "Latte?" She asked and moved to work even before Alexander answered. She already knew that the said Alpha had always ordered latte coffee for three years.He walked into his office with a latte coffee in his hand as his employees greeted him good morning. "Sir," His secretary called. Alexander nodded in affir

Florence began to work on her assignments all over again. The professor refused to extend the deadlines as it was against the rule to do so. She had cursed at the professor for being so strict but deep down she knew that no professor would help her out . It was going against the rule. She straightened her black blouse as she sat on the stairs right in front of a beautiful lake. It was one of the most amazing spots to paint and today Florence was painting a landscape which was also her assignment. This was her second time drawing the same drawing.Past few days have been a disaster. She wasn't able to sleep for even a second and now her eye lids were getting heavy. She could really use some sleep.She brought her black coffee to her , trying her best to remain calm . Past few days, she had not seen Tristan much . The said guy would always be busy with his work. Truth to be told, Tristan kind of gave off a vibe of a playboy and Florence had no idea whether her husband was really bu

Tristan was sitting on the sofa with a book in his hand, his wet hair falling over his eyes as he glanced at the digital clock on the table in front of him. It blinked nine. Tristan frowned at the clock because as far as he knew, Florence is usually done with her classes before six in the evening and in extreme cases by seven. He hadn't had his dinner yet and he was looking at the door far too often. He didn't know why he was acting protective towards her , maybe because she was his responsibility or maybe because she is too young to be in his world. Not to forget that she would be an easy target for his enemies . He didn't even want to think about the circumstances. Just as he was about to call Florence, the door of his penthouse opened and in came Florence, who looked as if she was about to faint any second. A bile raised in Tristan's throat as he immediately stood from his place and threw the book carelessly on the sofa. "Where were you?" Tristan asked as he walked towards he

"Sean? Have you seen my file?" Florence asked as she walked towards Sean who sat on one of the benches in front of the university. He stopped sketching as he turned to look at her. Florence looked like a disaster at the moment. Her white pants were soiled at the bottom from mud and her long hair were tied up in a messy bun. She looked completely different from what she did when she arrived at the university. Looking how divested she looked, Sean immediately stood up and marched towards her. Beads of sweat were sticking over her forehead, her chest was heaving up and down as she frantically looked around to find her portfolio. She had brought it when she came this morning. She can't remember where she left it though." What do you mean? You had your file when we met this afternoon for lunch." Sean said and Florence looked as if she was close to crying. Her bandage was now a disaster too." I know… " Florence said her voice came out wavering. " I had it with me all the time but

Florence walked downstairs after waking up at eight in the morning. It was Saturday, the most awaited day of the week for the students. Florence was bone tired from all the work she had to do this week and hence she was looking forward to a nice weekend. She wanted to relax a little. As much as she loves to attend the university, she loves to be at her new home and do whatever she wants. She had a lot to do today with all the assignments piling up. She thought that this morning was similar to all the mornings she had for the last couple of days.But what she saw in the kitchen was not what she had ever expected. Tristan in the kitchen, wearing an apron. The man may be a jerk but he was a gorgeous jerk and Florence hate it to admit that." Are you awake yet or should I flaunt my beauty some more?" Tristan said before he looked up at his wife who was stuck on the stairs looking at him as if he had grown two pairs of horns. Her hair was wet from the shower and her long legs were

Florence sat in the cafeteria of her university. The area was filled with students trying to finish their meal in their lunch time , while Florence was busy with her laptop as she tried to write a report on a museum she visited a few days ago.It has been a week since she joined her studies again. She didn't think that she would be accepted back in the university after she had left for almost three months but the principal accepted her almost immediately. Later she discovered that Tristan was the one of the sponsors of this university and if they had not accepted her back then they would have lost a couple of thousands of dollars, they can't risk that. It was weird, especially when her professors began to treat her differently. They were much more friendly and polite to her than they have ever been. It didn't settle well with her but she had to take it for the next month or so and after that she was done with her studies.She never thought that marrying Tristan would make such a d

Six weeks later, Florence sat by the library room, reading one of the classic novels. She wore black leggings paired up with Black thirty and oversized red Sweater. The outfit was not one of her best but it was super comfortable and that was what matters after all. She tried to ignore how the housekeeper, who was currently dusting off the bookshelf , was looking at her.Florence squirmed in her seat as she tried to read the book but she felt as if Lisa , the housekeeper, was judging her.Well, how could anyone not? Everyone knew that this marriage was not out of love including the staff in the house. Lisa had hardly seen Florence and Tristan talking together and the old lady must be pitying the young soul that was trapped in this penthouse. Florence does nothing except sitting in the library or cooking in the kitchen. The lady would often give her looks filled with sympathy and Florence didn't know how to tell her that she didn't need her pity , so she just let her be.Lisa would