Novel & Cerita Joe The Cannibal

Justin said. "Different people, you must be kidding me," Detective Joe said. "What? do you think they are all the same person?" Justin asked. "Yes, but you saying it is from different people makes it sound like a Horror movie," Detective Joe said. "Why do you think it's one person?" Justin asked. "Uhm, no offense but," Detective Joe began. "None token…" Justin chuckled. "He killed his baby daughter, wife, watched his son friend died, don't you think it's easy for him to send an assassin to poison your wife's cup, threaten me and you, switch the pharmacist and kill this man?" Detective Joe said.

“I eventually was out of options so I went to someone I thought could help me. I went to Michael Scott. He was responsible for Carter’s death, but he also had a good reason for it. The night Carter died one of Mike’s men had let me go, so I felt they might be able to help. Mike called Jensen to come from New York to help. Jensen was the one that let me go that night, but at first, he hated me because Carter was responsible for his fiance’s death.” I watched Cornelius and Felix taking everything in. “So who is this man that is after you and why?” Cornelius asked. I nodded and continued my story. “I found out that the man that is after me is Joseph King. Apparently, he is a very big gangster i

What interest did he have in helping these assholes? Joe raised his head. His face was swollen. His gut was sore and his feet were bloody from the nails they had stuck in them. Joe focused his one open eye on the familiar sack of shit that organized his abduction. “Fuck . . . you,” Joe said with all his strength. Blood stained drool seeped from his mouth as he spoke. “We’ve been at this for hours,” the white guy with the bald head said. “He’s not going to talk.” “You’re right,” Joe’s old enemy said. He pulled out a pistol with a silencer from his back pocket.

Kelvin complained. "Don't make the others suspicious. Just eat the corn or the potatoes. If you still can't stomach it, go throw up in the bathroom later," Joe replied, munching on the mixed dish on his plate. "Ah, Joe. Just watching you eat that makes me sick!" "Hmm. To be a pro-human vampire, you have to struggle. I have plenty of juice in my locker; take as much as you want," Joe replied. At the same time, Tom and Bob were observing the room. They saw Joe and the two handsome doctors eating casually and didn't suspect a thing.

here is a brief description! JOE- He is 6ft tall, blue eyes, brown hairs. A 22 year old Computer expert, hacker, geeky by nature, loves to design new programs and all the breakthrough technical advancement the team has, are because of him. He is not mascular but not too lean. He has good looks and an innocent face. He knows the basics of self defence but not as good as the other members. He is an orphan and was taken by Zieve under his wings. He feels indebted towards Zieve for giving him everything and consider him as his elder brother. He is the most loyal and trusted member of Zieve's team.

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju

62. The Rival. ~ Delmundo Customers had begun to enter The Flamin' Joe. The owner was a man who went by the name of Joe Flamingo. He was white-haired, big-boned, and had a small scar on his upper lip, giving him a slight permanent sneer. He was a veteran in the army who had done three tours and was honorably discharged by the military due to the injury he sustained on his last mission. A Somalian child soldier had blown himself up and old Joe was near the explosion. He had been lucky enough to have survived. Now he worked for me as my arms dealer.