Joe The Cannibal Novels & Stories

He shook his head at me. I sat up in bed, and I went slowly. I felt every muscle move beneath my skin, and the muscles around my cuts screamed. I groaned against the pain. Joe pulled on my arm to help me into a sitting position. I stared at him, and I waited for an answer. “He really only wants to talk.” “Is he some sort of cult leader?” Joe let out a loud bark of a laugh. “Is that what you have been thinking? That I’m in some sort of cult?” He laughed again.

"We planned for so long. We wondered what we could do to get Billy off his high pedestal and replace him with ourselves. The only way out of the gang was through death and it was obvious that we would have to kill Billy to get the position that we wanted. We were power hungry and so desperately in need to be in charge of our lives so that we could run the world." "After months of planning we knew what we had to do, we were just trying to build up the courage to do it. On the 1st of April, April Fool's, we were planning on hijacking a store or two, cars, steal purses- what we usually did. Your father persuaded Billy to get into this Mazda we had stolen with the two of us. Billy didn't think t

– Joseph said. - Let us take a bath. – Joseph said, picking him up as a bride, taking him down the stairs to his suite, when they went to take a shower. About that. - Ordinary people will not get involved, as long as you let the people of this city distracted by the celebrations of a band that will come to the city, an event like that, you need to organize. Joseph said. Peter Robinson Frederic known as Pattinson Knife Killer, was a Norwegian serial killer, who works for Joseph, he is a notorious serial killer cannibalistic knife, who was always hired to keep his business up to date, take away the distractions and keep the game with the man.

enquired Nathan. “That’s me,” said the giant. He had the build of an American quarterback, his wide chest and shoulders almost bursting out of his uniform. His ugly face and ice-breaker like jaw exuded aggression. “Is this the prisoner that I am here to interview?” asked Nathan and Jane looked at this man. She had a strange dislike and disgust brewing in her mind looking at this brute. “That is him,” said the man named Joe and then he leered at Jane and said,” Is that your girl? Or is she a snooty one like that Velds bitch?”

A potbellied young man with beards did not look any good to him. " Chief Joe , do you have any problems with him?" Chief Chris asked. " Not at all. I don't have any problems with him. " Chief Joe replied. " The way you are looking at him is not really encouraging. " " I apologize if it was that noticeable. The thing is, I just feel he is just one glutton that is majorly minded with food alone. " Rick chuckled. " Yeah. I am a foodie. I love food. In fact, as you said, I am a glutton. I eat almost everything that comes around. And it can be seen clearly in my body. That's why my stomach is this big. "

* * * Jo and Ash were lying entwined on the bed, too lethargic to move when their cell phones rang simultaneously. Each scrambled to their respective devices and answered their calls. Jo grinned when she discovered it was Andrea calling, “Hi girl, what's up?” “Jo, it was you and Ash who gave us the second camera, right?” Andrea asked. Jo's grin vanished and she became worried, “Yes. Is anything wrong?” “Well, we took a look at it and we were able to ID J-Cane. We hauled him in for questioning, and he said it was the Hatter that killed Salvador.” Andrea said.

The man Joe yelled and protested when Gabby grabbed his shaft and smirked as he got ready to cut it off when. “I'll talk… He calls himself godfather…he never shows himself to us…he only sends his…his right hand to talk to us!” The bald man suddenly blurted out of fear and Gabby stopped midday. “You damned coward…keep your bitch mouth he shut!” Joe yelled, glaring at his friend to keep quiet and not disclose anything. “I would rather not die, men… I would rather not die,” the bald man whined in fear. He would rather not suffer the same pain his friend was suffering.

Cane’s living room. The carpet absorbs my footsteps. I’ve never felt something more luxurious on my bare feet. Rounding the island, my eyesight treats me to a glorious sight. Mr. Cane, shirtless with sweats hanging loose on his pelvis. Spooning ice cream into his mouth. A sexy man and dessert. I don't know which one is more tempting for me. I’m spared from fainting because his back is facing me and the abs I’ve seen earlier aren’t assaulting my senses.

Trope: Forbidden/ Virgin Hero / Female Dominant / Seduction / Age Gap adjacent / Obsession/ corruption kink Content Warning: Female dominant, voyeurism, corruption kink. SYNOPSIS: Joe is a campus god—6'0" of Nordic muscle and ice-blue eyes. The world sees a cold, untouchable playboy. But it’s a lie. Behind the mask, Joe is a twenty-year-old virgin with crippling anxiety, hiding a secret that would ruin his reputation.

The plasters on John's arms acted like hammers, altering the shape of Joe's head. Jojo was the president of Bellenuite, a wealthy woman with a promising future. Her boyfriend could not be a hideous monster!