Joseph Coleman Novels & Stories

The receptionist—Joseph, according to his tag—scowled at him. “Is he bothering you, miss?” I smiled sweetly. “Not at all. This is my partner. We’re art dealers doing research for a client.” Joseph nodded and began typing. “Merchant, you said?” I gave him a polite nod. “That’s right.” A few moments later, he found it. “Isaiah Merchant. Perpetrator in a murder-suicide. 1912.” “Lovely,” William muttered. “Can we get a copy?”

"No. Just make sure the cleaning crew arrives" "They will and they know what to do. I still think I should come with-" Joseph raised his hand and the man knew better than to keep pushing. He backed away from the car. "I need you here, make sure everything is taken care of before the boss arrives." I couldn't believe they were talking about the same man. They spoke of him with such reverence...like they feared him. Joseph pressed the ignition button and the car came to life. "Can I take it off now?" I asked and looked at Cesare's head, which was still covered in the black cloth.

Aware of Boma and Donovan's unconventional love story, he harboured both reservations about Donovan's demeanor and a genuine desire for the couple's happiness. Throughout their tumultuous journey, Fidelis had formed an unexpected friendship with Boma, understanding the depth of her unease about Donovan. He had become a confidant, silently supporting her in the shadows. Though not a staunch supporter of Donovan due to his reputation as a "bad boy," Fidelis recognized a subtle shift in Donovan's attitude. Surprisingly, Donovan had gradually allowed him to be more involved, understanding the sincerity of his care for Boma. Fidelis often found himself in an odd position—rooting for Boma's happin

he smiled widely. The only thing I got from that was that the tall piece of man meat was going to be staying with us and I've just been dumped, it's the best thing that could ever happen, I mean, just imagine waking up and walking into the bathroom to see him, shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his v-line a little, the messy wet hair and the water sliding down his body. "Go say hi." Jonathan said, pulling me from my thoughts. My mum had already left and he was looking straight at me and him, "Okay." I said and began walking towards him, "Hi," I extended my arm, "I'm Jade."

Don smacked Dave across the face and growled at him. "Speak when spoken to!" I growled and Dave held a smirk on his face. "What the hell was that? Did I just hear a growl coming out of your mouth?" Jeremy looked terrified. "You want to know the truth!" He scrunched his eyebrows but nodded his head. "We're a supernatural creature known as wolves!" Helena smacked me and glared. "Don't sugarcoat it, Aaron!" Her voice dripped in sarcasm. I turned away and looked back at Jeremy who was trying to hold onto his laughter.

“They are well known. I’m sure you heard it on the news. Their leader, Laureano Vitale, is old school.” My spine straightened, and I froze. Laureano? My heart hammered as I realized that Domenico really didn’t know who I was. At all. “I thought the leader’s name was something like Thomas.” “Tommaso,” he corrected. “He died a few years ago and his brother Laureano took over.” I stared at him as tears welled in my eyes. “What’s wrong?” Domenico asked as he moved to sit beside me. His finger tipped my chin up.

I promised, on Hana's life, I wouldn’t kill anyone. I haven’t been here in seven years, not since Siegfried took Suzu from me. My return to my old cabin by the lake was bittersweet—so many memories of her and the good times we had here. On the bright side, the current camp director, Rowan Moors, doesn’t know my face, so I had introduced myself as James Logan and got hired as the new groundskeeper. I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m some lowlife drifter that was just looking for a temporary job and a place to stay. My gut tells me not to trust that prick. And my gut is rarely wrong.