Joseph Coleman Novels & Stories

Dad was forced to marry her in exchange to save their company from going bankrupt. Julian Adam, or my dad, is an amazing investor, and the best company to supply all kinds of needs to ships and vessels. He's opened three more sights since then, making it into a bigger company. His main warehouse is in San Pedro, California where most vessels arrive. It has given mom the lavish life that she likes; filled with expensive cars, designer clothes, the house of her dreams, and a fancy lavish life.

“Wait a minute big bird why a cell I mean I might be your hostage but I think I still deserve a nice room” “I don’t like or trust you little dove” well why the pet name if you don’t li- “Well hello handsome” I say out load interrupting my own thoughts. The man that walks down the stairs from the front door is what my wet dreams are made of, he’s tall with light caramel skin and muscles for days. “I’ll be down in the north cells if you wanna come pay me a visit” the old guy I still don’t have no idea what his name is, tightens his grip on my arms and looks down at me.

I dont think so this cannot be Punishment Because we didn't do anything" Paul replied ansary "Smart. This is not punishment. But this is one of the sport activity just stand in the bench for sometime" Jospeh said everyone looks at him blankly "Guys let me introduce Myself Jospeh Parker, my native place is Paris, am birth here. Yeah am Sir but it doesn't mean that am old man Damnit No" Jospeh said in Funny tone listening his tone all starts laugh. But here Freya is still staring him in angry she is like now Please go to hell

Sitting on the boat was a monk with a long white beard, holding a fishing rod in his hands. This monk was Clemence.

And the young boy collapsed at his feet. With his hand clutching Kohl's sandals tightly. And that was how, Kohl managed to have his first ever pupil. A nine year old boy in 1863 named Henry Colomo.

In the study room on the second floor, a man sat behind a mahogany desk, clad in a sleek black suit, his gaze intense and focused. Before him lay a sleek laptop screen displaying a middle-aged man in military attire. His buzz-cut hair framed a stern face, its tanned complexion complementing piercing eyes that exuded an air of commanding authority. He was General Coleman of Rainbow City. He spoke, "Mr. Matthews, I've conducted the search for you. Just a few days ago, Yosef departed Rainbow City. Unfortunately, we can't pinpoint his exact whereabouts." Upon hearing this, John remained silent. His well-proportioned hand with knuckles tapped lightly on the desk before him.

Then at Lucas. Something moved across his face that I could not read. “Sit down please,” he said. “Both of you.” We sat. He sat. “My name is Joseph Harlan,” he said. “I worked in international finance for forty years. I retired eleven years ago and I have spent every year since trying to finish something three people I loved did not get to finish themselves.” He reached across the table and turned the photograph toward us, the same one Ault had shown us, the three men outside a building I still could not place.

Daisy exclaimed, and I hand-shoved her to be mute. “Hmn hmn!” The CEO nodded. “This establishment is owned by my family, The Moranos. But run by me. Everyone is welcome to nest here. Clients. Friends. Enemies. Business associates, or whatever. There are over six thousand staff working in every sector of the establishment. The last opening we had was days back and we’ve gotten the right staff. But I will still fix you two somewhere. A section that will be best for both of you.” He sent his gaze to the man behind him. “Get me Matilda. Tell her, I need her right now,” he ordered.

I asked him. “Marquess Ilca Noarem Usain Sloven?” dad asked. That’s quite a long name for a single person or demon. “Who is that?” I confusedly asked. “This man,” he said, then he showed me a picture of the demon that he’s talking about in the air and it was Minus. “That’s him,” I said. “So he also went to your world,” he said. “I think so, and he destroyed quite a few properties in our world and I dealt with him,” I told him.

Emily Warner “So who were all of these other kids you grew up with? Are you still in touch with them?” I ask him excitedly. “Yeah, all of them are like my siblings. We meet for Christmas, thanksgiving and all the big holidays.” “Oh my god. That’s awesome.” I say, surprised at how happy his childhood memories were. When you hear the word orphan, it somehow has such a negative connotation. “Yeah, all of them come to meet Mrs. Carter with their kids and spouses, I always go alone. It’s a running joke that I am going to be a bitter old bachelor.” He says, making me laugh a little at the thought.