Black Jojo Characters Novels & Stories

“Take a good look at him, Jojo. Allow me to formally introduce you to…War Legate Draco! The very man you said you wanted to sleep with just a moment ago!” “Huh?” Joanna’s mouth hung agape as she stared at Adrian in a daze.

Alpha Rogers slams his fist on the table, "You think giving out consent forms will let you get away from mass slaughter? You must've stayed in the north for too long, Alpha Derek." I already expected Alpha Roger's rage since most of the participants were from BullHead Pack. We're not aware of the reason why his loyal warriors even wanted to participate. Unfortunately only Jojo was able to survive. We thought he wanted to plant someone he trust but it turns out that Jojo was a rogue casted out by Bullhead- so we doubt that they even have a particular connection now. I glanced to look at Jojo and was surprised to see his dark expression towards Alpha Rogers.

Mallory Bricks I step into the room crammed with exceptional artworks you’d think were forged from years of practice and finesse but they all pale to the background the moment I spot Jojo. She's standing stark naked in a dark corner of the room, holding a bloodied pocket knife to her left wrist. “Jo!” I call but I'm too late. Again. The knife cuts into her flesh, swiping through, from edge to edge and blood gushes out of the broken skin.

- Phil "UUUUUUUU... is that really the pl-" -David but before David completes his sentence Jestino suddenly run towards the hoard!!! "arrRR!! my younger brother is really an idiot!"- Jimboy but we follow up the attack of Jestino, he suddenly vanishes and we can't see him "where is that piece of shit"- Raymart "have you forgotten his skill"- Phil "HIDE!"- Dessa it this darkness Jr skill is really handy Jestino(aka JR)/Mana: 90/100

Remember. The man with the gravely low voice What the hell happened to Jojo? She didn’t flinch at all when I was talking to her, let alone when I yelled at her. It’s been a few months since I last seen her. “Sir, we are here,” my assistant said. “Erase the surveillance,” I ordered. “Yes sir,” my assistant responded. Then I got out of the car and went into the manor that I owned. The last report I received about Jojo was she went to a house party and caused trouble. It was so unlike her. Well, the Jojo I know that is. She knew the importance of blending in with the background. Do not attract attention. How many times have I told her this since we first met. I made my way to my ho

Sila ang mga dating tauhan ng AXL, mga sundalo ng Philippine Army, at mga sibilyang natutong humawak ng baril. ​Sa gitna nila ay lumabas si Jojo, ang matalik na kaibigan ni Liam mula sa Season 1. "Sabi ko na nga ba, hindi kayo basta-basta mamamatay sa kalawakan," nakangiting sabi ni Jojo, bagaman may malalim na sugat siya sa balikat. ​"Jojo, nasaan ang Black Legion?" tanong ni Liam.

“You’re holding Ena. The one with the freckle on her nose? That’s Faylinn. And the one with the little birthmark on her ear? Glynna.” My eyes well up with tears. “Ena, Faylinn, and Glynna. They’re perfect.” I spend the next fifteen minutes holding and loving each of them. I can feel my heart expanding with every moment. And then, the door opens—and JoJo walks in, supported by a nurse. It’s more precaution than necessity. I can tell by her posture and scent that her wolf has done her job. She’s fully healed. “Mama! I have to talk to you,” JoJo calls out the second she sees me.

'' bianca look up at him but as she had expected he ignored her, taking a bottle of water he head towards his room Jojo hiss out '' bastard'' '' like father like son'' '' I don't understand why father hates me so much'' bianca said to her mother '' don't worry about him, i already have a plan in motion'' Jojo clicks out her tongue making bianca smile '' I trust you mother'' she squeak '' and if things works out well in my favor then I assure you that you are going back to Dominant'' Jojo smile '' you meant what you just said mum?'' she ask

The sooner we see Jojo, the sooner I can get out of here. Jojo sat hunched behind the counter of his ramshackle kiosk, his gnarled fingers idly tapping against the cracked wood. His skin was like ancient parchment, yellowed and thin, stretched too tightly over sharp bones. Deep creases crisscrossed through his face and his eyes, sunken into shadowed hollows, gleamed with an unsettling sharpness, their yellowed whites almost blending with his sickly complexion. His mouth twisted into something that might have been a grin—if not for the unsettling gaps where his teeth should have been. The few that remained were crooked and stained, jutting from his gums like tombstones.

He hated this part it was just so cold-blooded but it had to be done. Leo sat in a small room with others as they waited for members of their faction were healed. He’d been okay but Jojo had been shot by something that melted once it was stuck in his shoulder. He’d been in there for quite a while, hours even. Leo was tired but determined to see him when they were done. They had been divided at some point and Leo was just getting back to Jojo’s side when he was hit with whatever it was. When he’d disappeared behind the door he’d been conscious and complaining of being cold.