Novels by Joseph Louis

Stiles quickly turned and rushed towards it, he took his cell phone up and immediately pressed the answer button.“Hello Sophia.”Stiles spoke, his voice laced with hesitation as he brought his cell phone closer to his right ear.“Give the cell phone back to your Boss, brat.”Sophia spoke, her voice laced scornfully as she took a bit from a cupcake she ordered earlier.“NO, Sophia.”Stiles spoke, his voice laced with seriousness as he turned and gazed at the left side of the glass window.“Are you listening to me, Stiles?”Sophia’s voice crackled through the phone, sharp and cold, slicing through the tense silence in the room. The sound of her chewing, the way her words dripped with venom, made the hairs on the back of Stiles' neck rise.Stiles took a slow breath, trying to calm the knot of anxiety tightening in his chest. The weight of the conversation, of the promises made, of the mistakes weighing on him, felt heavier now that he was facing the full force of Sophia’s manipulation.

“If I do as you have said, you promise not to send that picture to Miss Raya, Stiles fiance?.”Mr Jonathan asked as he gazed at Stiles.“Yes I will, I promise you I won't send the picture to Raya.”Sophia spoke.Okay, I am on it.”Mr Jonathan spoke as he hung up the call and immediately took out his cell phone from his pocket.“Mr Jonathan, what did she ask you to do and why are you bringing out your cell phone in a hurry?.”Stiles asked as he stood and gazed at him.“I am about to save your relationship with Miss Raya.”Mr Jonathan spoke as he pressed the on button on the side of his cell phone and immediately dialed a number with a trembling finger. The phone rang once, twice,each ring seemed to stretch the silence longer than it should. Stiles could see the tension in Mr. Jonathan’s clenched jaw, the way his fingers tapped nervously against the screen as if the rhythm could calm him.Stiles stepped closer, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "What did she ask you to do, Jonathan?.”

Stiles then slowly brought the phone to his ear as he pressed the answer call button. A familiar voice came from the other side of the phone.“What took you so long to pick up my phone call you little brat?.”Sophia asked as she sat down on a restaurant chair.“SOPHIA, you are the ghost messenger?.”Stiles asked, his voice laced with curiosity as he spoke.“Yeah, I am.”Sophia responded.“But how did you get that picture?.”Stiles asked.Sophia’s laugh was soft, almost too soft. "You shouldn’t be worried about how I got the picture. You should be worried about who I’m gonna send it to next.”The clink of a cup on saucer cut through the line as Sophia gave a sharp signal to the waiter, her movements fluid and deliberate.“Raya.”Stiles muttered under his breath, turning his gaze towards Mr Jonathan. His words were barely a whisper, but the weight of them carried through the room.Mr. Jonathan’s eyes narrowed. The air seemed to grow thicker.“Yes, she loves you, and this is how you sho

“What is it, Mr. Jonathan?.” Stiles asked, his face etched with curiosity as he approached him."I think you should see this for yourself, young Stiles.”Mr Jonathan replied, handing Stiles his cell phone back. Stiles slowly took the cell phone from Mr and immediately gazed at the picture that was sent to him.“WHAT!, this can't be, who sent this picture?.”Stiles asked, his voice laced with shock as he still fixed his gaze on his cell phone.“What is it, Stiles?.”Miss Laura asked as she immediately walked towards him and then took the cell phone from him, her eyes widened as she gazed at the picture.“What in the world, isn't this Miss Sasha and you kissing?.”Miss Laura asked, her gaze still fixed on Stiles’s cell phone.“Yeah, I can see that.”Stiles responded, his heart beat in anxiety as he stood and gazed at Miss Laura.“KISSING, Stiles I thought you said you have a girlfriend?.”The princess asked as she stood right next to Miss Laura and gazed curiously at Stiles.“I do, tha

Stiles smiled, a wry twist to his lips. "Every day. But... sometimes the things that bind us are stronger than our desire for freedom. And yet, it’s that longing that keeps us going. It's the hope that one day, we might find a way out.”She studied him for a moment, her expression thoughtful. "Perhaps we’re not so different, after all.”She spoke, her face marked with a little bit of a smile as she gazed at Stiles. Who immediately let out a chuckle.“Yeah, you can say that again.”Stiles spoke.The princess's smile deepened, and for a moment, there was a quiet understanding between them. The weight of their respective burdens seemed to lift, if only for a second, as they shared that brief connection. Stiles leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting to the far side of the room, though his mind was still tangled with the princess's words.“When I heard my mother was killed, my heart was shattered and I made a promise to myself that I am gonna do everything it takes for me to find o

“No I am not bluffing, I am telling you the truth, I was adopted by the second richest family in Oxford valley and what they signed in the adoption file wasn't what they had initially promised. They took me in as a slave rather than a son.”Stiles spoke, his tone laced with sadness as he gazed at the ground.“They all hate me heartlessly, except their daughter , who I am in love with.”Stiles spoke, his voice light up with excitement as he gazed up at the princess.“Oh, you have a fiance?.”The princess asked, her voice laced with teasing as she slowly poked Stiles on his arm.“Yes, I do.”Stiles responded, his face widened with a smile as he gazed at the princess.“What is her name?.”The princess asked, her voice laced with curiosity as she asked.“Uhm… her name is RAYA THOMAS, she is the only daughter in the family of Thomas.”Stiles spoke.“Ohh, Thomas's family, my grandfather have had a meeting with a Man named Mr Thomas, I must say he really looks like a model in his tuxedo.”Th