Joseph Coleman Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, it was already night by the time Nathan returned to the hotel just when he received a call from the old master of the Cannon family. In the meantime, Hilda was lying in bed, chatting with Thomas and Rex on her social media. While Rex was excitedly going on and on about his family's historical glory with the artifact, Thomas appeared to be confused with the story. 'The Old Master is going to be so delighted when he finds out about this! I must say my commander has really done a good job this time!' Rex typed in the group. The news said Aebasa Clemon was the donor, but since I wasn't aware of it at all, it must be Nathan who was behind all this!

Charlie sent the photo to Janus on WhatsApp and attached a voice message: ‘Uncle Janus, could you please help me check if you know this person next to my father?’ Janus quickly replied with a voice message: ‘Young Master, I've seen this person in the photo before. His name is Biden Cole, but I'm not very familiar with him. I just know that he's an Oskian antique dealer who shares a close relationship with your father.’ Upon hearing that Janus knew this person, Charlie immediately called him. As soon as the call connected, he asked eagerly, “Uncle Janus, could you please tell me about Biden Cole in detail?”

Mike Freeway wasn't the only man in Coal City with a nose for fast money. Joe Collins—just as well recognized in the back room's smoky atmosphere as J. Cole—had a gift for smelling opportunity where other men smelled gunpowder. Tall, dark, and patient, Cole lived on very little. His greasy black hair clung to his skull, his pencil-line moustache curled into a snarl, and his chin, shadowed blue from the previous night's shaving, was rarely tobacco-stained.

a scent made me frown as I stood from my chair, glaring at the door before it opened, making me fight back a low growl, reminding myself that I was in the presence of humans who were not aware that I was a wolf. “Now, now, Lia, I really can’t blame him for what is going on, can I?” Killian said, walking inside, not bothering to knock or even wait for permission to enter. His eyes met mine, and nodding at the manager, he kept his eyes on me. I glared at the man, watching as he closed my office’s door as if he owned the place. “I have to say, I was impressed by the designs that you made. This one in particular, the one made for Lady Briana Antoinette, was the most attractive of them all; eithe

And doing it in front of everyone, especially given the fact that Abel was already uncomfortable, was genius. Nellie seemed surprised. Bianca hadn't said much up until now, and to speak up suddenly and address the other person who'd hardly said anything clearly threw her. Everyone's attention was on Nellie now. Everyone that is except Abel who had a sudden interest in reading his beer label. Gio almost threw his balled-up napkin at him so Abel could see that Gio knew what he was doing. He wasn't fooling anyone. But he had to remind himself they were all adults now and refrained. "It's a Denali." Nellie smiled.

Kane's expression softened immediately. "Okay." No questions. No interrogation. Just okay. He stood and held out his hand. Mona took it. They walked outside together. Kane pulled a thick wad of cash from his pocket and dropped it onto the table before leaving. Mona stared. "Kane!" He glanced back. "Come on." "But you just left money." "I know." "That's a lot of money!" "It's for the ice cream." "The ice cream wasn't up to that ." "Maybe ."

He said with a cute smile. The guard had brown hair, green eyes, and was adorable. He wa also handsome. "My name is Millie, I am hoping to get a job here as a housekeeper."" I said shaking his hand. "Interesting, my name is Martin. Maybe Ill be guarding you i you get the job." He said smiling. "Yeah maybe." I said smiling and giggling a bit nervously. "How bout I walk you to the office since you look like you need protection." He said placing his hand on my upper back guiding me to the other side of the hall. "What's going on?" I asked. Before I could get an answer. I saw him. The cannibal patient, although at the time I did not know that he wa a cannibal. A nurse, two guards and another nur

Was eighth in front of me. I halted in my tracks, trying to think of the best route around the wolf that appeared to be in my route. But he was closer than I anticipated. The wolf stepped out from behind a tree, ten meters from my location. His black pelt was littered with scars, lots and lots of little scars. Ge was missing the top half of his left ear, with three noticeably large scars extending from his right shoulder to his lower left chest. Standing around 6" 0 he was the largest wolf I had ever encountered in my life. His body was pure muscle, honed to construct the perfect killing machine.

The fact that he doesn't have to answer to anyone but still wanted to reassure my mate means a lot and I won't forget it. “I have brought along Elder Johns, Elder Stevens, Elder Franklin and several of our guards. From what I have been told there are four wolves in this room who are a shame to our kind So let's not waste any more time on them and get started shall we?” Now we're talking. I nod agreeing with him before guiding Bonnie over to where my brothers are standing just in time for Shane's return.

Raising my head, I squinted my eyes as I saw two of Mr Thwane Clark's henchmen tying Josephine up in chains. Her voice was tremulous, I could hear her heart throbbing loudly from where I stood. "Let her go…" I tried to move my hands but I realized I was tied up in reinforced chains. "Max Berkeley… works at MetapleX… the chief Tech. officer… your resume is impressive." Mr Thwane Clark's voice is hoarse. Looking at him I could only see the devil in a luxury tuxedo. "You know, for a drug dealer, a trafficker of young girls, you sure look pretty." My voice Ortund.