Joseph Identity V Novels & Stories

Thing is, all of Joseph's phones are tagged with a caller identification app that can hack into any signal- even military- and get him an identity, but the fact that it seems not to be able to work for this particular incoming call can only mean one thing: trouble. “Who's this?" he says cautiously into the phone. “Jacob Londermann,” comes the reply from the other side, “and I’m calling to help you, old friend.” “You!” Joseph grits his teeth so hard it's a miracle he doesn't lose one or two teeth. His heart gets torn between the feeling of anger at Jacob and excitement to hear his voice again after sixteen long years. However, a second later, it seems to settle on him that the man on the othe

Rhye rubbed his chest, half expecting to feel a physical string tying them together, but his fingers grazed only the soft cotton of his shirt. "What else did she say?" Leon asked, leaning slightly closer, his eyes glued to where they’d last seen her. "Her name." It was the only other piece of information he had, and as much as he wanted to keep it for himself, he wasn’t that selfish. While Leon looked confused, irritated, and intrigued, Joseph appeared to be vibrating with energy. The man’s eyes glittered in the low light, the amber color teasing from beneath his glamor, edging halfway to the golden yellow of his unglamorous form. Already, his pupils looked misshapen, partly shifted into ser

“Sure thing.” He then continued, “Joseph was a soldier at Wyvern Peak. The captain of the forty-eighth squad, in fact. He even had a nickname—Cold Steel. There was a major war against the Luposians fourteen years ago. He was ordered to infiltrate the enemy’s rear camp with his squad and eliminate the enemy general…” Juno and her classmates quietly listened to the story—a story about Juno’s father!

Night Vigil stopped mucking around and became serious as he reported serious business. “Why?” “Little boss, Augusto has another identity.” Night Vigil paused wondering whether Chris Jnr knew about it and whether he should speak out loud however his dilemma was answered by Chris Jnr in the next second. “What we want is his capability; his identity has nothing to do with the task.” Chris Jnr stopped Night Vigil sternly; he knew what the other identity was, but he also knew his daddy’s rules; he wouldn't allow anyone was allowed to breach them.

I nodded, pulling out my own folded paper, my hands trembling as I unfolded it. "I spent five years," I began, my voice catching immediately, "building an entire identity around a single, narrow story. A savior. A rescue. A version of love that required choosing correctly between two clearly defined options." I looked between them both, my heart full to bursting. "I got something so much messier and stranger than that instead, and somewhere along the way, without ever quite noticing the exact moment it happened, it became the actual answer rather than a complicated detour on the way to one." I took a steadying breath. "I promise to keep choosing honesty over convention, every single day, for

I throw my hands wide with a smile, “I'm a nineteen-year-old Russian stuck in this cursed country, don't you think I deserve the right to get drunk, Dukes?” “Say whatever you want and get the hell out of my office.” “I'm not the one who's to talk, you are Willy.” “The name's William, Son.” I relax into the soft leather, “I like Willy, has a nice ring to it. Anyway, who are Josephine's biological parents?” His jaw locks and he sits up, urging me closer to the table with the nook of his finger. “Stay out of this,” He warns with a low voice, “This is your only warning, kid.”

It is in pursuit, I believe that soon we will find them. Clarence’s mouth tightened, and he said, "I will go personally." “ But your legs." Joseph remarked. Clarence seemed to be contemplating as he gazed at the desktop. "Are you sure that the two women's identities match?" he said a moment later.” "Yes, but you need to confirm it yourself." Joseph ‘s phone rang just as the words were about to end. When Joseph took a quick look at it and realized it was a message from his soldiers, his face lit up with happiness.

So, before Nick could have responded, they heard Zieve's voice. Zieve said," You would not be able to find the identity of this man, Joe. So, leave it. There is no need to waste any time if yours on it." Joe was also surprised by Zieve's words and he questioned him why he was saying so? Was he doubting his capability?

Tessa’s POV I woke up early the next morning. I was so ready to return to the city and leave this farm behind me. I didn’t want to continue having awkward conversations with my father. I was still in shock after he told me he met Jospeh a long time ago and that he witnessed some of Joseph’s powers back then. He figured out on his own that Joseph was a vampire, but when he saw Joseph standing on his front porch and it was clear he hadn’t aged a day in his life, Joseph’s identity was confirmed.

The look on his face was already enough to show that he wanted to ask him a question, but Joseph only shrugged before standing up. “You were part of the notorious drug trafficking circle in Cyprus but fled to Chicago under the identity of Eddy Jasper, the name that belongs to the son of the captain of the ship that smuggled you in. His son died on the ship, and he registered you as his son when you came to Chicago. Ever since then, you have tried to live a normal life and even started a business of exporting and importing. That’s a way to build a clean identity and profile, but I am sorry to break it to you, nothing is hidden under the sun, especially when I am the one looking for it”, Josep