Book Choose Joy Novels & Stories

I'm just grateful. After finishing my food, I hopped into my black Jeep Wrangler that I got for my birthday last year and headed to school. I turned on the radio and let the music from the local rock station play in the background. I wasn't really listening though. My mind started to drift and like always it drifted to a pair of icy blue eyes. They were as vivid in my mind driving to school as they had been that day.

"Tonight, Nate's taking me to a charity auction. He says he wants to do something good and build up some blessings for my upcoming surgery. Oh, right, both of my kidneys are getting replaced in two days." The moment the door clicked shut behind her, whatever light remained in my eyes flickered out completely. Nathan had money—more than enough to buy Trinity two new kidneys. I let my eyes drift shut, surrendering to the endless dark. … When I opened them again, I saw a body I was very familiar with. She was lying on the floor, curled up, her face pale and lifeless. I crouched down, reaching out to touch myself, but my hand passed right through. I tried to grab the phone, then the bed.

I can't wait to be in my new house — even though it's temporary, it'll give me a break from this locked-up life and a chance to explore a little. Even my younger sister can't wait to get rid of me. “I'll keep my books here." Joy squares her fingers as she pictures her stack of books on my table. I turn from my wardrobe. “Which books?” She pretends not to see me as she heads my way. “And maybe I'll keep my shoes down there.” Slightly twisting around, I see she's pointing at the lower section of my wardrobe. “Joy. Joy. Don't let me hear that you put your nonsense inside my room. It won't be funny.”

“Are you with me or against me?” “Neither.” Irene replied, moving away from the mirror, her red hair swaying as she walked. She was very enthusiastic in her movements, a bright girl with glimmering green eyes. “Then your loyalty cannot be trusted.” Joya retorted. “You know it can.” She said, her gaze shifting to a book on an oak shelf. She made her way to where the book was and picked it up; her eyes ran through the title of the book before flipping it open.

I can’t stop thinking that the person who sent the gift could have some bad intentions towards me and my baby. There’s always this constant worry and fear in the back of my head wherever I go. After class, I decided to head to the library one afternoon to look for a certain book that was needed for my lesson the following day. I spent almost thirty minutes in there trying to look for the book and doing some research which was going to be submitted in three days. I tried to focus on my studies and ignore the bugging thoughts about Jolene.

Please note the sarcasm. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Joy's POV

"General, take the shot." ... A bullet tore through Patrick's chest, ending his sinful life. I stood rooted to the spot until Clifford walked over, took off his military coat, and draped it over my shoulders. "Come on," he said softly. The car ride was silent. We stopped in front of an unremarkable building—a private rehabilitation clinic. Through a pane of one-way glass, I saw Rita in a wheelchair. She wore a striped hospital gown, her body frail, almost translucent. Her eyes were vacant, but her fingers kept tracing patterns in the air, as if sketching invisible blueprints.

I looked down at the charm in my hand, feeling a warmth spread through me. For the first time since arriving, I didn’t feel like an outsider. There was a small place for me here. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make me believe that maybe, just maybe, this was where I was meant to be. As I walked away from the kitchen, I couldn’t help but glance at the charm again. As I walked further into the hallways, the charm still warm in my palm, I heard a soft voice calling my name. I turned to see Joy, the younger maid, standing in the shadows, her hands clasped nervously in front of her. She looked around, as if checking to see if anyone was watching, before stepping toward me.

I know I am the closest selected girl to him. He barely even talk to others. All the girls always come to tell me that they think he will choose me except Mirabelle, she hates me. I don't want to be over confident. I have loved Christian for a long time now and I want to spend my life with him. I would do anything to make him happy. When we got to the Orphanage, we were welcomed dearly by the kids and staffs. I spent my day bonding with the kids but my eyes never left Christian. I noticed that he kept glancing at the girl we met here. It is Jessica, his best friend he told me about. I don't know why she is here, I thought the Orphanage was closed down for the Prince and the selected gir

Overcome with joy and surprise, I scooped her into my arms and spun around and around through a meadow bursting with wildflowers and birdsong. Our laughter echoed through the sky, drifting farther and farther away. But gradually, I felt her growing lighter in my arms, more and more translucent. Panic gripped me. "Baby!" I cried. "I'm going on a very long journey, Mommy," she said gently, fluttering her newly grown, delicate wings as she rose slowly into the sky. "Don't be sad. When you miss me, just look at the white clouds above, or listen to the mountain springs singing below. I'll become the breeze, the glowing clouds, all the beauty around you. Goodbye, Mommy!"