Identity V Joseph Novels & Stories

Kirin snapped, delivering a swift kick that sent Mutoto sprawling at Yosef’s feet. Yosef looked down at Mutoto with a mixture of disgust and contempt. He spoke slowly, his voice steady and cold. “You make Voodoo Lwa sound so powerful. According to you, Ivana can save anyone who’s dying, right?” “Of course! Ivana is my first successful Voodoo Lwa, but she won’t be the last...” Mutoto’s eyes shone with a greedy hunger as he stared at Yosef. “Then why is John still looking for a doctor? Unless Ivana isn’t as miraculous as you claim,” Yosef challenged.

Only because of him but I couldn't tell Joseph that so I just nodded. "We know, Ma'am, but we can't do anything about it. We want to help but we can't..." "It's okay, Joseph, it's not your fault..." Joseph shook his head, "He needs help. He has Dissociative identity disorder. I have seen him and heard him making conversations with himself as if there were more than three people in the room. His doctors keep it under control but he isn't right—" the car came to a halt and Joseph stopped, giving me a nod before he opened the car door and stepped out.

I need someone else. Underneath, Lamar had volunteered. She’s cute. I’ll take the job and plan to enjoy it. Good, said the initial poster. I looked at the screenname and my stomach dropped down to the floor. He hadn’t even tried to hide himself. His screenname was his own name, proud and unashamed. Joseph.

I said looking at him. "Well we couldn't Henry, the person doesn't exist" he said. I shut my eyes before exhaling. "All IDs have been traced?" I asked and he nodded. "Okay, keep working on it" I said and he nodded. "Henry" he called as I stood up. "Be watchful, this might be a game of politics, you shouldn't be involved" he said and I chuckled. "Alright Mr Franklin" I said before heeding to the door. The car was waiting already so I got in immediately.

Leo laughed. "Really," he murmured. "I'm sorry, but I don't know any person of your reputation and wealth who is planning such a scam, doing business with a completely unknown man." How do you know you can trust Josephine? ” “ The character has great recommendations. By the way, he's a successful businessman who helps men in a similar situation to mine. " " What's his name? " " Jose Miller. "

Joseph fixed his gaze on the TV screen. Something then flickered through his mind. But before he could fully grasp the thought, Harold's voice interrupted him. "This is impossible. I distinctly overheard Xavia talking about sleeping with another man." Joseph's emotions quickly settled. Besides being slightly shocked by Xavia's cunning and decadence, he did not feel much else about the matter. "Jas is my child. That’s the only thing that matters." Harold was quite puzzled, but it was still good news. The little boy seemed intelligent and worthy of carrying on the Whitman lineage.

Irene absorbed the weight of Joseph's revelations about the Hemmings werewolf pack, the conversation took an unexpected turn. Joseph, now seated across from her, hesitated before delving into a more personal narrative, one intertwined with his own family history. "My father," Joseph began, his voice carrying the weight of years of solitude and rejection. "Theo Hemmings. He was a werewolf, and my mother, human. A union that was never accepted."

So, before Nick could have responded, they heard Zieve's voice. Zieve said," You would not be able to find the identity of this man, Joe. So, leave it. There is no need to waste any time if yours on it." Joe was also surprised by Zieve's words and he questioned him why he was saying so? Was he doubting his capability?

After he left, Kayson sat on the side and looked at Joseph, who was pale. “Mr. Wadley, who else is behind you other than the Osborns?” “What do you mean? The Osborns are the ones supporting me. There’s no one else,” Joseph replied. Kayson scoffed. “That’s not very honest of you, Mr. Wadley. You’re logged as a person of interest over at Admiralporium.” Joseph’s gaze was filled with panic when he heard that.

After he left, Kayson sat on the side and looked at Joseph, who was pale. “Mr. Wadley, who else is behind you other than the Osborns?” “What do you mean? The Osborns are the ones supporting me. There’s no one else,” Joseph replied. Kayson scoffed. “That’s not very honest of you, Mr. Wadley. You’re logged as a person of interest over at Admiralporium.” Joseph’s gaze was filled with panic when he heard that.