Joseph Joestar Old Novels & Stories

“your highness, what can we help you with?” “Joseph, its good to see you. How are you, and how is Mary?” I ask him. Joe was one of my brother’s oldest friends. He was Quai’s age and had quickly worked his way up the ranks after becoming a warrior at 15, now standing at the second highest position in the elites. “She is well, we are actually expecting our second pup any day now.” he smiles a wide smile and I can practically feel the joy coming off him as he talks about his mate and child.

He looked around to confirm if we were being watched and then, he knelt on one knee in respect. “Greetings!” Jojo said sharply. “I never thought you would be the new leader of the red lions. It's nice to have you onboard. My name is Captain Jojo and I am one of the primary officers of the banditry organization.” I smiled. “You make it sound like it's an honorable thing to be bandits…” I told him slowly. “It is, when we are doing the right thing!” Jojo replied. “We do not steal from the commoners or rich people who do good things. The people we steal from are enemy's soldiers and some selfish people who have chose to oppress the poor.”

"Don’t. “Can’t that rebellious girl just donate her bone marrow to Jason? “Jason’s her biological brother." Joseph was infuriated and lost his temper. "Forget it. Don't you worry about this matter. If that rebellious girl refuses to save her brother, then she will just be waiting for all the prominent figures in S City to criticize her.” He was not very close to the rebellious girl to start with. When Old Master was still around, Old Master had compared him to the rebellious girl many times. Being compared to his own daughter, he, a middle-aged man, was unable to raise his head for a very long time.

asked Wilbur. Jose started to tell him the situation. Jose received a call from his hometown in Shaw Province. The call came from his mentor's son, Marcus Torres. He asked Jose to go back and assist in a fight, claiming that the Torres clan was in grave danger. Jose became a cultivator all because of his mentor, Easton Torres. He was the one who introduced him to the world of cultivators. Easton was an Ambience level cultivator. He was a powerful figure in Shaw Province, and everyone respected him.

Now, Aral's strength had not completely recovered, and he was knocked back on the spot by Louis, the Super Master of Judo. After forcing War God Arles back, Louis, the Super Master of Judo, decisively turned around and fled. Just as he turned around, he saw a strange old man blocking his way. “Tsk tsk!” The elderly Human King smirked at Louis. Louis's face was full of disdain. "Get out of here, you old bastard!" He threw a punch at the old man, but the old man also attacked. He was fast, but the old man was faster than him.

What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy. He kept badgering Capri about having his number and for her to call or text him. After a while and not giving up she finally sent a message. Hey! Without a name or a reason. She has no idea what to say and did not know why Leo was so Adamant about her calling him. His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for.

When Jose looked at Lucas, he could not help but have his pupils shrunk because he had never met such a stunning man. "You're…?" Jose looked at Lucas and asked. "Jose, this is senior. You…" Before Hiro could finish talking, he was being interrupted by Jose. He noticed Jose was smirking disdainfully. "Senior my *ss. Isn't he almost the same age as us?" In Jose's opinion, he would only believe Lucas to be a senior if the world was going to end. "Say, who the hell are you?" Jose looked at Lucas faintly. He was the young master of the Calson family and was the idol to lots of ladies in Nutty Thunder Base City. How could he be able to tolerate the existence of a handsome man like Lucas?

He used to run Joseph’s gambling halls, knew how to keep books and break kneecaps with the same efficiency. Behind him came Matteo “the Knife” Costa, thin as wire, a scar splitting his cheek. He had a nervous energy, always tapping a lighter against his palm, always waiting for something to cut. And then Carmine Leone, the oldest of them, with hair more silver than black and hands swollen from arthritis. He’d been with Joseph since the beginning. If loyalty still existed, it lived in men like him. A couple of others straggled behind them… men who worked without asking questions or making demands because they were paid well enough. I knew them all, and right now, I was grateful for every last

Joseph moves swiftly behind the guard and says, "Did you forget that my father trained you?" And then he swings his sword through the guard’s neck effectively decapitating him. He rushes to my side and follows my gaze towards my Dad. My Dad looks really good with his sword but not as good as Robert. "Come on, we have to get you out of here. I will come back and help your Dad." I shake my head and glare at him. I’m not going to leave my Dad, not even if that means that I have to die. Joseph stares at me a moment, seeing my resolve, and nods. He quickly strides to my Dad's side.

He looked at Joseph and extended his hand, "Hi, I'm Joshua. I have heard a lot about you from Theodore. You are cuter than what he described." Joseph took Joshua's hand and said, "Umm. Hi, I'm Joseph, the prince of the realm of angels." Joseph was curious about how Theodore had described him to Joshua. Was he just cute in Theodore's eyes? "Also, I'm the same age as Theodore. So, you can call me Joshua," Joshua explained. Joseph just nodded his head as a response. "You know, I was so excited to introduce you two to each other. I thought we three would get along very nicely. I'm glad that you two don't feel awkward around each other," Theodore clapped his hands happily.