Romans & histoires Clamp Jojo

DEVONNE’S POV “Did you guys crash into someone?” I asked Josh. “Uhm yeah, it’s one of my classmates” he croaked and I had to get him some water. Helping him up a bit so he can gulp it down. The boy came over and peered into Josh’s face “you don’t even look hurt” he said then turned to me “Hello, I’m Norman, since he’s awake now, shouldn’t you call the doctor?” I just stared.

He seems to be having a pretty good time. "Mind if I sit with you then?" As always, Jojo is the picture of politeness. "Sure," I scooch over, and he settles next to me. His eyes are on two dark-haired girls who couldn't be older than seven, climbing the jungle gym. "Cute kids," I comment, enjoying the way they're hanging off the monkey bars. "They are, aren't they?" Jojo beams. "My girlfriend wants kids one day. She'll be a really good mom."

“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.

Scott said. “ Well, tell her to come in so we can say hi to her ” Jasper said. “ Come in Jojo ” Scott said expecting to see a smiling Jojo as always but instead it was Jojo holding a knife stained with blood who opened the door and staring at him with no smile on her face for the first time.

It dinged open and I stepped out. To my utmost surprise, I came in contact with the daredevil herself, Jojo Lopez. As always, she was dressed as stylish and fashionable as ever. She approached me with a triumphant expression, imprinted on her features. “Oh darling, told you I’d get back at you for taking Liam and my spot in Pink Moda. Now you see, you should have stepped back then,” she surprisingly said. My nose shrunk in disgust and my brows arched. “You’re responsible for this?” I muttered, giving her a death glare. She took two steps back before actually speaking.

"Stop this, man. Stop this at once." "Let me be since you can't act like you're meant to," he pants, twisting William's arm back. I grab his waist and hoist his off my uncle, just before he could break that as well. Jojo is tall with a slink-like body that of a cat — but I'm built up like a brick wall — strong enough to hold him down. "I told you to calm the hell down!" I bring my palm down, heavily against his face. He groans, eyes wide, shock and confusion swirling in them. "Get a fucking grip on yourself. I'm the boss here, don't you forget that. Leave it to me."

Jojo's pupils were earthquake-like and trembling, and the bottom of his eyes was shocked and afraid. Really? "You... impossible... master accepted me as an apprentice in online writing three years ago! You can't be her!" Jojo's mood is on the verge of collapse, keeping the last trace of reason to compete.

Her face was pale. "Senior Sister!" Lilo gathered her thoughts. She was furious and afraid. She helped Joanne and said, "Senior Sister, are you okay?" Joanne inhaled deeply and shook her head. "I'm fine." As she spoke, she calmed herself, but she was stunned. 'The Krokodyllio is too strong. I have almost eighth-grade powers, but I can't even stop it.' Lilo said nothing. Then, she noticed something and shouted, "Senior Sister, you're bleeding!" Joanne's right arm had three deep scars that were heavily bleeding.

"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.

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.