Joe The Cannibal Novels & Stories

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!

If they didn’t complete this task, then their friends would have died for nothing. “It should be you,” the shivering Joe mustered a desperate smile as he stuttered out his words. His words stunned Samoa who was just about to suggest Joe escaped. “You are younger than me, and more talented. You have the potential to become a strong Predator, and join the Tigers of the Village. It should be you” Joe calmed himself slightly as he spoke. Although he still shook from the fear of his impending doom, now that he had come to terms with it, he sounded calmer than before.

“I saw what Joe did. I saw her cry herself to sleep. I saw bruises she hid. I saw—” Joe raised his hand calmly. “Enough drama.” He turned to Flavio. “With permission, I’d like to submit evidence.” Carl stepped forward immediately, handing over a tablet. Flavio nodded. The screen lit up, and the sight of who appeared almost suffocated me. It was me—from years ago—during a televised interview after Joe was caught in a scandal with a top model. The old Megan Cassano smiled brightly beside him. “He’s a good man,” my voice said on screen. “A patient husband, and I’m lucky to have him. He’d never cheated on me, and those pictures you saw were edited.”

Still in shock. Joe's words made me freeze like I was buried in ice cubes. Any mistake at this deadly hour can make us a minced meat. My heart raced with anticipation, Echoing in my ears. I bulged my eyes, Jayden flared his. I gave him a signal. Joe Biden is a mafia king, known to be highly lethal. Jayden tightened my hands. He nodded. We tiptoed at first and took our heels. He drove the car at a high speed out of his vicinity.

Yes I was indeed shocked. " I have some fresh meat in store. Follow me and eat with me, you look too pale" He said and made to leave. It was at that moment I should have exited but I could not. Who I wanted to talk to, was Joe. But that moment after seeing and hearing all those things, my mind told me that something really bad had already happened to him. Maybe he had paid with his blood already. Maybe he was tied to a tree whose roots were fixated on a rolling tunnel in a cold, dark , underground room, with his body parts cut off, and never to be found again. Maybe. Just maybe.

He smirked and opened it and stairs could be seen there and he entered inside it before closing it back. When he reached there he saw Joe that he kept there but this time he was not alone. Linda was there, they both were hugging themselves as Linda cried uncontrollably at his back. Joe was wearing sweatpants, the shankles on his legs were connected to the wall and could allow him to stand and walk but he could only take two steps away from his position. The cuffs on his hands were not joined in a way that his hands will be together but they were separate and also connected to the wall but thankfully it can allow him to hug someone. Since Joe came here, he only eats once a day and is not allo

"How am I supposed to survive anorexia?" The top comment read, "Get yourself a boyfriend who's a chef! My husband changes up the menu every single day of the year, and even the apples he slices for me are always shaped like little bunnies. I've basically fallen in love with food because of him!" A netizen gushed, "Whoa! Where do you even find a gem like that?"

Rowan asked quietly. “I pretended things were normal,” Joe said. “Stayed hidden. Hoped he’d move on.” His voice cracked. “Yesterday, I learned the truth. He’s hunting us now. One by one.” Joe’s eyes glistened. “That man’s head was delivered to me last night.” He nudged a box across the floor with his foot. Rowan recoiled instinctively when he looked inside. “I’m burying him today,” Joe said. “Then I don’t know.”

“This is Nick Spencer and Mitch Corrigan.” Joe took their hands one by one. “Joe Carlisle.” “Yeah, I know your restaurant,” Mitch said “‘Chorus’, right?” “That’s me,” Joe said. “Man, your fusion cuisine is amazing.” “Thanks.” The men regarded each other. Nick spoke now. “How’s Maggie doing?” Joe sighed. “Terrible. She sat and watched her Mom die right in front of her, and now she’s sitting and waiting for the twenty-four hour brain death window to close. Once it does, she’s going to hand Rita’s body over for organ harvesting.”

"There are not enough clothes for both of us." Joe turns back around to face his cheeses, and Michael smiles, leaning his chin right on Joe's shoulder. "I will not get mad if you take that shirt off right now." Joe gasps, but he does not move away or tell Michael to leave. Michael is happy the proud wolf is letting him stay close. "What is that strange thing, pup?" Michael asks. "Is that a tiny guillotine?" Joe lets out a happy laugh that sounds like music. "Jackie Hale made it for me," Joe explains, sounding a bit proud. "It is a special blade for cutting hard cheese logs."