Hey everybody, welcome to Volume 2 of "The Troubled Soul". I just want to thank all the people who read my story. I honestly love making this story and I love it even more when people read and like it. If any of you have any ideas for this story, fe...
(A/N: Okay everybody, now that the characters are older and all that, there will be more lemon scenes, dirty comments, and y'know, more adult stuff like that. Also, this chapter will be a little longer than normal chapters mainly because this is the final chapter of Volume 2. Please enjoy and happy reading.)
Kallie was now twenty two and Josh was twenty. It had been years since the secret cult nightclub. Thanks to their virus powers, they were able to rent out one of the fanciest hotel rooms in New York City for ten years, meaning they didn't have to pay rent for ten years. It had also been years since they killed anybody, they didn't want to hurt anybody anymore. Josh and Kallie were both coming back from training, which they always did with each other to make sure their fighting advantages wouldn't dull over time.
They both got into an elevator in the hotel they lived in, both of them covered in sweat. They were exhausted after training all day, it was night when they stopped. When the elevator doors opened, it revealed the living room of their luxury hotel room.
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They walked over to the couch and Kallie collapsed face-first onto it while Josh just sat down in the corner of it.
Josh:
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(A/N: Pretend he still has all his scars, symbols and muscles because I can't put all of that in thanks to the picture limit on Wattpad.)
His Clothes:
(A/N: Ignore the guns.)
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