Soul Joel Novels & Stories

The flames ate up everything—my memories, my regrets, my stupid hope for someone who never deserved it. I watched, and finally, the tears came. But it wasn't for Bailey. It was for the girl who'd given ten years of her heart and ended up with nothing but scars. Arnold didn't say anything. He just took off his coat, wrapped it around me, and pulled me into his arms. His arms were warm. Steady. Safe. "Cry. Let it all out," he whispered. So I did. I let the tears run wild, burning away every last piece of hurt and bitterness.

Jozef was in their suite when Shaun quietly opened the door and let herself inside. At first, he didn't see her. He was sitting on the sofa, the TV blaring a music video. The lyrics for Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'" filling the apartment as Jozef tapped on his phone, texting someone. Shaun was surprised he enjoyed retro music. Based on the club, she would've pegged him as more of a DJ kind of guy.

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

That year, I fell in love. I watch as the stars glow and the wind howled. It's as if I'm still here, body, mind, and soul. Even in the afterlife, he has so much of me. Does he even think of me? When he learned of my demise, did he even shed a tear? I shook my head as memories start to flood all over again. Flashes of our days together, me and Devon running down the stairs of the school's fire exit so he could kiss me deeply and whisper things like, "God you're so beautiful Hannah, I'm so crazy for you..." and I would kiss him back with the same need and passion because I felt it. He was beautiful, magnificent, he was my soulmate...but, why am I alone now? Cold and dead and he was there slumb

Looking down with a look of hunger Michael nodded before he smiled broadly. "Gentlemen this is my personal assistant Sarah." Michael spoke as Sarah smiled proudly before shooting Summer, who still stood behind them, a look of triumph. "Sarah." Michael continued. "This is Asher Roth and David Johnson, our soon to be partners." Shooting a thousand watt white smile Sarah finally disengaged and sauntered forward reaching out a perfectly manicured hand. "Nice to meet you both." She purred. "Likewise." David spoke first taking Sarah's outstretched hand and shaking.

He is being frames but only God knows why. Joel is not only an animal but a bloody monster who should be dealt with in the most severe way. The trial was progressing and the odds were not in Freddie's favour. Something drastic has to be done or else Freddie was not only going to lose the case but his life as well because I had a strong feeling that Joel will not stop until Freddie is wiped out completely.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. What do you want to eat?” Maria giggled, her fingers stroking his arm as she murmurs something into his ear. Tears threaten to spill, but I refused to let them see me break. I push through the doors, my heels clicking against the marbled floor as I went to the restroom. Inside, I collapse against the sink, sobbing silently. Until a deep, unfamiliar voice broke through my pain. “Hi, I’m Stefan—” I looked up with clouded eyes. “Stefan Andres?!!! CEO of The Wealth Club?!”. I widened my eyes in shock, with my lips parted and looking lost at him.

¶¶ I felt like no matter how much I tried, no matter how much I gave, I would never be good for anyone. So I stopped trying. ~ Joel Edochie (ISSY-easy). ¶¶ Joel hated himself. He cursed his very existence and the biology behind his every breath exchange. Sometimes he did wish he could just die, but fate has always been against him. His late mom had spent years trying to mould him into a different man. Into a better person. Not one that would disrespect any human feeling, especially a female's. And he had just thrown all that away by allowing his pent-up anger get the best of him.

Adam let out a soft sigh, still looking deep in thought. He took a sip of his wine and spoke. "And you feel that love for this sex coach? Are you sure you're not just after her body?." Adam asked. Joel shook his head before downing the remaining content in his glass. "I swear I have never felt this way before. Her image was all over my memory and dreams. You know I love sex but never freaked over who owns the body as long as she's clean, looks appealing, and is ready to take my offer." Joel said.