Novels by Joyyy

THE MAN BEHIND THE DARKNESS Raymond Blackwood Raymond Blackwood was thirty-one years old, a billionaire, and one of the most powerful men in the country. He was the kind of man whose name alone could open doors, destroy careers, and make even the most influential individuals think twice before crossing him. He had everything money could buy. Expensive cars, luxurious mansions, private jets, exclusive properties, and an empire that continued to expand with every passing year. He was handsome enough to grace the covers of international magazines and wealthy enough to purchase the entire publishing company if he ever felt like it. Women desired him. Men envied him. Businessmen respected him. His employees feared disappointing him. At six feet three inches, Raymond possessed a commanding physique that made him difficult to overlook. His broad shoulders, perfectly proportioned body, and naturally athletic build gave him an imposing appearance. His dark hair was always impeccab

The Following MorningNew York never slept.Its streets were filled with impatient drivers, its towering skyscrapers reflected the morning sunlight, and its people moved with an urgency that made it seem as though the entire city was racing against time.Sylvia was beginning to understand why people called it the city that never sleeps.And honestly?She wasn't sure she liked it.She stood outside an enormous glass building, clutching the strap of her handbag while staring up at the silver letters engraved above the entrance.RAYMOND EMPIRE HOLDINGS.Her lips parted slightly.The building was magnificent.Twenty-eight floors of gleaming glass and steel, with a grand entrance that seemed designed to remind visitors of the wealth and power housed within its walls.Expensive vehicles pulled up at the entrance, dropping off impeccably dressed men and women who walked inside without sparing the building a second glance.Sylvia swallowed.She suddenly became very conscious of her appearance

New York felt like an entirely different world from Willows Creek.The moment Sylvia stepped out of the airport, a small smile crept across her face. She stood still for a few seconds, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, the endless movement of people, and the magnificent buildings that seemed to stretch endlessly into the sky.Everything was different.The atmosphere, the architecture, the people, even the air seemed to carry a different kind of energy.She adjusted the strap of her handbag and looked around, her brown eyes sparkling with excitement.This was it.A fresh beginning. A new chapter. A chance to become the woman she had always dreamed of being.She had no idea what awaited her in this city, but deep down, she believed she would make something of herself.At least, she was hopeful.After arranging a ride, she settled into the back seat of a cab and watched the city unfold through the window. The streets were alive with activity. Expensive cars moved alongside yellow ta

That evening, Sylvia found her mother sitting on the couch, watching television.She stood near the doorway for a few seconds, gathering the courage to speak."Mum?"Evelyn didn't look away from the television."What?""Can we talk?""About what?"Sylvia walked closer and sat on the opposite couch."I've been thinking about something for a while now.""Then say it."Sylvia took a deep breath."I'm moving to New York."That finally caught her mother's attention.Evelyn turned towards her."You're what?""I'm moving to New York, Mum. I want to start a new life there. I believe I can get a better job, earn more money and eventually build a comfortable life for myself."She paused."I also want to be able to help you. I don't want you to keep struggling. I want to send you money regularly so you can live comfortably."Evelyn stared at her for a moment.Then she leaned back against the couch."Finally."Sylvia blinked."Finally?""At least you've thought of something useful for once. Perha

The screams were always the same.The blood was always the same.And no matter how desperately she tried to change the ending, her father always died.Sylvia Bennett jolted awake, a strangled cry escaping her lips. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. Sweat covered her forehead, and tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks.Not again.Another nightmare.For thirteen years, she had been haunted by the same terrible memory. Sometimes, it came in fragments. Other times, it played out like a twisted movie, with different faces, different surroundings, and different circumstances.But the ending never changed.Her father always died right before her eyes.And she could never save him.She pressed her trembling palms against her face, trying to steady herself."Daddy..."His name escaped her lips in a barely audible whisper.She could still remember his warm smile, his gentle voice, and the way he used to carry her on his shoulders. He had been the only