Characters Jojo Novels & Stories

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.

"Come with me ... .." He replied shortly while dragging her to a corner. Arissa struggled to release herself but after a while, she gave up and followed him willingly while Jojo still holding her hand tightly. Vika also tailing both of from behind quietly. Once they arrived, Jojo looked around warily. His eyes restless and his facial expression is jittery like someone who are in a great distress. “Is there something wrong, Jo?” Arissa asked him with a deep concern in her tone. After Jojo made sure that there was no one beside the three of them, he immediately bowed in front of Arissa with the most pitiful eyes that she ever seen and clasping his hands in praying position and pleaded.

JoJo's face turned cold all of a sudden, while Nill's eyes turned teary. He held onto Jojo's hand. “Jojo is my mommy. My daddy married her. So she's my Mommy,” he said. He hated it when anyone tried to say that Jojo wasn't his Mommy. If he was asked to choose between Jojo and Vera, he should choose Jojo. “Don't you have anything better to do than worry about me?” Jojo asked. She was only polite to them in the beginning because they minded their words. But now that Donna was trying to annoy Nill, Jojo wasn't going to stand on ceremony with her.

“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.

Jojo let go of his grip and took William's cuff with his other hand. William's gaze drooped and landed on her hand. Jojo sensed his attempt to persuade him to resign, but he refused. His other enormous hand reached out, grabbed her cuff, and snatched her hand away, before sweeping his gaze over Whit Ben. Whit Ben sat up straight and said calmly, "It wasn't my idea in the first place. That day, I accompanied Miss Kinson." The inference is that Jojo is played by Mary Kinson. Move He intends to minimize everything, according to Mary Kinsonout.

Jojo began to shake Angel, her demand urgent, "I want sugar in my..." But her words faltered as she caught sight of Lady Leggy, who stood watching her with an unwavering gaze. Jojo's attention shifted, captivated by the enigmatic figure. "Ooh, shiny person!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands like a toddler. She took slow, sheepish steps towards Lady Leggy, her eyes fixed on the elegant gown. Reaching Lady Leggy's presence, Jojo bowed deeply, her small hands reaching out to touch the hem of the gown. "I worship you," she declared, her voice filled with childlike wonder.

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.

“Heel!” The raging ape breathes deep and exhales, lowering its posture and stepping away from its downed foe. It then proceeds to retrieve an unconscious IvorySting from the bushes, carrying with him the fruits she had gathered. “Kofe, see to the beast, Jojo might have injured it. Ah princess, since it seems you didn’t notice my other friend here earlier, let me introduce him. This is Jojo. He is really sweet when you get to know him better.”

Jojo? Brad's eyes gave away his recognition of the name but Jordan's held a fierce warning that he isn't allowed to question or say anything about it at all. "Same one?" He blurted, surprised. "Yeah." Jojo downed his glass with the curt answer. "She doesn't know yet, does she?" "Nope." "Holy hell." And hell it was for Jojo, sitting in the same room with both men and having nothing really to keep her mind from lusting after her boss and liking his friend.

Then she hop-skipped over to Vivian and grabbed her hands. “Isn’t this, like, totally awesome?” Her eyes were big and filled with awe. Vivian narrowed her own in response. “Who turned you?” she demanded. Jojo shrugged. “Just some bum. He got, like, everyone. It was totally terrifying at first, but then I woke up with these kick-ass moves. Want to see?” Vivian shook her head. Jojo continued. “We’re, like, totally going to be his army or something. It’s going to be awesome.”