Soul Joel Novels & Stories

She said earlier, if you don't volunteer, outsiders can't proceed to remove a personality. That's it, don't worry about what to do, it won't help anyway. The demon glared at me, chuckling. My world goes round and round. I don't understand. Really don't understand. Not just saying split half, why is there another personality? - I'm not a personality. Nor is it part of the soul. Resentment in the depths of their consciousness has invited me to come. A deep, melodious voice like an ancient theater song resounded.

"Thank you for properly closing my sister's case." "We did this, baby, you and I and Louis of course." "He's amazing." "I agree, always have been, I think he's much cooler in this life than the first." Arthur laughed when he heard him say that. "Like he reincarnated into the badass version of Louis." "I suppose you could put it like that." They both laughed. It was comforting. His sister's soul can now rest in peace and JC will never die a lonely man as his exes had all proclaimed. "I love you, Arthur Miller-Jones, and can never live without you."

It's like exposing the deepest parts of myself that I didn’t know lay within, laying bare my vulnerabilities for all to see. Now, now, now! I can’t afford these luxuries, can I? “Boss,” Daniel snaps a finger to my face, telling me that I have zoned out, which is damn obvious. “I am right here, you know. Talk to me instead of talking to your soul. You are not okay, and that is as clear as the light of the day. What’s up?” He asks.

His slurping voice was making me sick and wanted to get up from there immediately. “Where are you going?! Am not done talking to you damn it!” He was furious at me and grabbed me by the arm. All I wanted was to get out of here right now. From the first time I met Joel, my soul was always on alert because his entire presence screamed nothing but bad news all around.

She had never witnessed such scenes as she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Suppressing the urge to throw up, she tried her best to keep up with Caleb's pace. Eventually, Caleb stopped in front of a drunken man—Joel. Joel, slightly inebriated, was boasting about how he managed to embezzle 20 million. Those around him thought he was just drunk as a real wealthy person would not be in such a bar. Joel used to be under Harrison's control and rarely displayed his true emotions. Now, he believed he could escape and lead a better life abroad with his new-found fortune. He just needed to evade Caleb's relentless pursuit.

she sighed. Joel looked down at himself, something he had not done since they walked out of the clinic and internally gagged. His clothes were stained with the blood of different people. And his body seemed to reek too, now that he thought about it. He could smell the stale odor in the air and had to put his head out the window to breathe.

I admit. “Should have at least done it properly, that’s what you should be apologetic for” He muttered angrily. I knew he didn’t mean it. He never means it. His mouth is foul but his soul is different. Torin was the kind of guy that refused to take anything seriously. Failed? Let’s laugh about it. Lost your dog? Let’s laugh about it. You want to kill yourself? Let’s –

Only if I had known my soul would have been sold for nothing, I would have ended it. The room hadn't changed a bit all these years. Same dark walls that made the room intimidating and the absolute perfection in the way it was organized just as its owner, hiding all that evil just barely underneath the surface, simmering and waiting for the perfect time to strike its prey. I repressed a shudder and took a seat waiting for him to notice my presence in the room. He was writing in a journal on the desk, I had always wondered what he wrote in there, the number of people he killed, or the latest mission he accomplished?

His sharp eyes locked onto mine, making sure I understood every word. But the truth? I wasn’t listening. Not a bit. My mind was entirely on him. The cut of his muscles, the way his chest rose and fell with every breath. “Damn,” I muttered under my breath before I could stop myself. Joel arched a brow. “How did I—?” he started, then smirked, pointing at his chest. “Achieve all of this?” Oh, don’t get me wrong. Damien was handsome—perfectly built, even. But Joel… Joel was something else. He was fire in human form.

Joel put away his phone and calmly replied, "It's nothing." He turned to leave, but Rachel ran after him and blocked his way. She asked, "Tell me what exactly is going on. Are you donating your body? Why would you do that when everything is fine with you?" Joel looked up at her and said, "I'm about to die. Are you happy now?" Rachel's gaze grew angrily cold. "How could you possibly die when you don't have depression?"