Clamp Jojo Novels & Stories

I opened the laptop to continue the pending work that required my attention. [Knock! Knock!!Knock!!] "Come in", I muttered The doorknob turned, and Jojo walked in holding a tray of dessert cakes and orange juice in her hand as she approached me with a warm smile gracing her lips. Jojo is the oldest maid in the mansion.

grandad said,eyeing JoJo. "Hey!"JoJo said. "Am under appreciated around our circle of friendship!"he whined. "I thought you said it was a triangle?" "Am going! Am in the lobby True"JoJo said and left the room,then swiftly stormed in again. "FYI,you two are forgiven!"He said and I threw grandad's charger at him. Grandad faced me,and held my hand,"True...life is getting any easier on my end,and you know that,better than I do. Don't ever hold back on any opportunity that comes your way"Grandad said and I withdrew my hand from his.

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.

Jo’s abilities are not much different from his, because they were trained by the same person. Nero’s attacks can be parried well. Instead, Nero had to be careful not to get Jo’s hand stuck in his body. Nero had never been taught to simply immobilize a Draconian, so he didn’t know if this Jo could be knocked out. Nero is only asked to buy some time until the Servant breaks the seal that locks Lanaya’s soul. Nero sees an opening as Jo attacks blindly. He took the opportunity to kick Jo with all his might until Jo’s body hit and knocked down the trees. Nero ran and jumped, dealing a mortal blow to Jo’s now ghastly face. A cracking sound came from Jo’s shifting jaw.

"You brat! I'll make this easy for you—let your girl spend the night with me, and once I'm satisfied, I just might let you live!" "Dream on!" Unlike the rest, Jojo was an agent of justice, and it was only natural she sided with the people who saved her life!

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.

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.

Jojo said in her Korean accent. "Are you sure?" Valerie said staring at her. "I'm one hundred percent sure," Jojo said in her Korean accent. "Okay, but..." Valerie said. "But what?" Jojo asked in her Korean accent. "I don't have red lingerie" Valerie chuckled. "Let's go get it," Jojo said in her Korean accent. "Right now?" Valerie asked. "Yes, it is late you know," Jojo said in her Korean accent again. "You'll drop us at home then go to the mall to get it," Jojo said in her Korean accent.

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