Joel The Book Novels & Stories

Nobody had ever talked about what the weather meant to fate. "I don't know," Joel said when I voiced my concern, "maybe we should sacrifice something to the rain god." I stood stunned. I'd never heard of Joel talk about sacrificing anything and I'd never heard of the rain god. My face stayed frozen in shock as I tried to remember where in Joel's office he kept the pack lore. Perhaps I could find more information there. Would my lack of preparation for this life never end? I wondered. Looking up at Joel, he was smiling broadly before he poked me in the ribs.

“I hold no strategies, merely stories of past events. As a book, I cannot think for you. However, I can share some insights that may help your quest.” “What kind insights?” Micha pressed eagerly. “As the living book, I house knowledge of past, future, and prophecies that are yet to unfold.” “Please, anything that could help with this war!” I implored. The living book gave us hope, the book whispered, “King Johnson and Micha will return—not alone, but with Queen Selene. Their arrival will align with destiny.” Micha’s eyes widened. “Really? Are you certain?” “I do not offer falsehoods,” the book reassured.

So, Joel would end up being the one hitting him and keeping him on his toes. Joachim once described Joel as "Strict, stubborn, and dogmatic. And he's always enforcing his rules on other people." "You're awake now?" Joel said while putting away the documents in his hand. "The doctor said that you fainted because you were too overwhelmed after your spontaneous abortion." Joel then started walking toward Scarlett. "Joachim doesn't know that you lost the baby, does he? If he did, then he would have already lost his mind by now. He'd also never let you faint by the roadside."

"It’s nice to meet you too.” “How are you? How was your transition?” “Joel,” Declan said. “Calm down. You don’t have to answer him. Joel collects vampire stories – he says he’s going to write a book one day.” “It’s okay,” Aster laughed. She immediately liked Joel, and had a feeling that they were going to be great friends. “Can we go?” Joel asked. “I don’t know. Father’s still up there with Edward.” “Oh right…what was all that about?”

I can visualize the clock wheels turning in his head, trying to decide if I am capable of understanding the complex poem. I like a challenge! I sit, ignoring the warmth spreading through my body as I lie close to Bryce, opening the tome, and I gasp. The artwork on the page is beautiful and elegant. The lettering reminds me of "The Book of Kells," a real work of art. But I do not have the time to carefully examine the intricate patterns and designs created in different colored inks.

He watched as she walked over to Luke, the young miner, and sat down at the edge of his bed and flipped the pages of the Bible till she got to the page she was looking for. Then she quoted a scripture verse that took Joel back to his young days, sitting by his mother’s knee with his brother, his father on the big chair reserved for him. She had read that scripture verse to them almost every night and had read it to Joel, too, the night before he left for England. And as Mary read those words over and over again, Joel held to the promise and hoped that at the end of the day, they would find the answer that they needed. Everything would be fine.

he asked, crossing his legs majestically and flipping through the book slowly. All this while, Noah stood behind him, feeling sorry for the managers. "You're all tired of your jobs, right?" Joel twitched his lips. He didn't even raise his head from the book to look at the trembling middle managers. None of them could speak; they simply stood before the CEO, heads bowed and bodies shaking. "Try this again," Joel snapped the book shut and stood up. He pointed his finger at the managers and clicked his tongue. "...and get your sorry asses fired!"

“Even if you have, I want you to know that it's never too late. As long as you are alive, reading this, it's never too late to right your wrongs. It's never too late to retrace your steps and start to learn to fly like the mighty bird you were born to be. Ebuka, you have good in you. You have light in your eyes, despite the dark I sometimes detect. But I know you're strong enough to beat the dark. You're stronger than you think and I'm a hundred percent sure, you'll show the world just how mighty you are. Ebuka, the road will get bumpy and I might not be there to tell you which way to take, but I can tell you from here to be strong. I'm still with you. Put your hand on your chest," Joel invo

I suddenly had a flashback of my Mom and my nightmare but tried my best to ignore it for now. After that, I went to eat my food. I needed to get back on my feet to have enough strength in finding Claire, my Mom's best friend. Maybe, Doron can help me since he seems so kind. I sigh. I promise Mama, I will look for Claire. I will get revenge for what they did to you... I said to myself. I need to eat well to have back my strength, and Doron was right about it. And I know it would not be easy. I'm praying to the mighty Abba that he will guide me with this journey. Abba... I hope that You will guide me.

the man said and turned his back on Joel. Joel breathed a sigh of relief, he couldn’t believe that the devil was in his house and he got away with insulting him. He laughed at himself as sweat dripped on his face, if he was able to face the mighty Jared then he could be able to rule the world. May be … just may be when he has acquired all the wealth that his brother has, he will be more powerful than Jared.