Joseph Coleman Novels & Stories

Joseph has spent half of his life serving the Coles. He began serving them even before Jacob's father was appointed as helmsman. He had risen from the ranks of a mere guard to that of a butler, then to that of chief butler, so it's no surprise that he knows every detail about the Coles. Also, he had not spent most of his leisure whiling away time. Instead, he used it to learn about the daily activities and society and the educational status of the majority of the Coles.

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

Nolan: The knock on my office door came just as Alessandro left, thankfully before I said something I’d regret. I didn’t look up. Though the tension within the pack was not one that I did not notice, whoever came had masked their scent. Still, I knew that no one would be foolish to come and make a mistake like this one within my own grounds. “Enter.” The door creaked open slowly, and in walked Elder Mathew, ever regal in his pressed robes, his salt-and-pepper beard trimmed, posture impossibly upright. His presence always carried the weight of tradition. Of expectations. Of judgment.

, the old man said, staring back at Manuel with the same cockiness. The man was Councillor Calhoun. He had been on the council since he was a young man at about twenty years of age. He had held his seat for years, watching many Alpha King's ascend and fall. His voice was the strongest in the entire council. Manuel shot an eyebrow up at him questioningly. I too watched with curiosity. It was strange that the council had asked for a meeting out of nowhere and I was eager to know what was going on. “Vincenzo is dead”, Calhoun announced.

Katerina: “Hello?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I answered whoever was calling. Nathan, who was asleep by my side, opened his eyes, frowning in confusion at who was calling this early in the morning. “Hello, is this Mrs. Katerina Kozlov?” A man asked. “Yes, it’s me” I said, sitting up. Nathan sat up, shaking his head in confusion before a smile replaced his forming frown. “I am Professor Jasper from…”

“ I am so happy for both of you. I never thought I would see the day Nikolai would love anyone as much he loved his work, you know. We were all shocked to see him married. “ He said. I knew he was referring to the other dons. He and Esposito were the only dons we had invited to our second wedding. “ Really? “I asked, remembering what Viv had said. She had said almost the same thing. “ Yes. I hope my son has the same fate. “ Romano said. Instinctively, we both looked to where he was to see him dancing with Corinna. They were laughing, much to our surprise. We expected to see them flirting. I was just as shocked as Romano. “ Who is that girl Maximo? “ Romano asked. “ Corinna. She is my assista

I still didn’t want to know what happened to my mother, but I think nothing good had happened to her or Harmony would inform me. By their attitude, I was aware that Harmony and Caius knew that I lost Clement because he was the one who came to the surface in front of the others, Dyson being our backup. Now, with Dyson receding and Clement gone, I am sure they knew that I lost my wolf. Fortunately, they did not bring it up.

I gave her a small smile, letting her know I was there for her if she needed me. “I’m sorry, Nathaniel. I know I’m not good company right now. I was just rereading Tim’s letter. It’s painful to know he’s gone, and the only thing he really thought of was me living out the rest of my days. The last thing he will ever say to me is for me to live my life and to live it with another man.”

However, in the high society of America within the world of martial arts, especially within the domain of the eight royal families, a piece of news flooded like a beast over the night. “The grand elder of the Coleman family of Missouri, a Grandmaster, has passed on!” “The patriarch of the Coleman family, Wesley Coleman, has passed on!” “The next in line to the patriarch of the Coleman family, Abel Coleman, has passed on!” “Tristan Coleman, the youngest Earth ranked martial artist of America has been decapitated!”

Once the two children had gone down for their nap, Rhea turned to a maid and said, "Please help pack my things." The maids froze, wondering if Rhea was leaving. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Lauren rushed to open it. "Mr. Coleman, welcome." The man at the door, Marcel Coleman, wore a black tunic and had a neatly trimmed beard. He gave off a very professional vibe. Carter looked his way and nodded slightly. "Thank you for coming." "Don't worry, Mr. Jamison. You can count on me," Marcel replied. The three of them sat down in the living room, and Marcel began pulling out some tools.