Novel & Cerita Dogs Jojo

“Oh I want to…I wanna kiss you senseless…’ “Well,” she started as she lowered the box to my desk and unclasped the snatch. “I suppose this might change your mind about that…” I opened my mouth to respond,but the soft ‘meoww’ beat me to it,and with eyes slightly widened,I watched as Maze lifted a midnight black cat from the white hold. “Meet Jojo.” She announced proudly, beaming at me. “I adopted her from the shelter.” So that's why she went in there… “I don't like cats.”

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."

she joked but he didn't find it funny. "I'm a changed man Dawn" he frowned. "I would never hurt you on purpose. Never" "I know honey" she smiled, cupping his cheeks into her palm "And I love you for it" *** WHEN DAWN PARKED HER car at her house and stepped in, Marcello, their family pet raced to the door, springing up and down like a little crazy Dog. "Hey buddy," she cooed, lifting him into her arms. "Missed me?"

“It was so cute and clumsy and now I cannot stop.” He bit back a smile and pulled me into his arms. “You cried over a puppy yesterday, baby girl. And the day before that it was a commercial with the old man and his dog.” I pushed at his chest but ended up laughing through the tears. “Stop making fun of me. These hormones are evil.” Renzo poked his head through the doorway right then and froze. When he spotted my wet cheeks he backed away slowly. “I am going to play with my cars downstairs. Bye Mommy.”

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.

JoJo's POV Four years later... “You're really okay with this?” Aunt Sherry gives me another once over. “Of course, Mom,” I squeeze her stiff shoulders, “I'm social media influencer Jojo Dukes of the KMJ Gone Girls', not psycho stalker Dian Fibarthorn.” “You know we'll call this off the moment you say the word.” Uncle Will chirps from the back of the car. I look back at the Manhattan Mansion and I don't feel any itch.

Max POV. It's been 3 days since the night I received that dreadful message from the unknown number. Life has been boring, the voice hadn't contacted me for days, it has been from work to the gym and my apartment. I just couldn't help but wonder if Josephine's father, Jerry Oniels and his wife Sandra Oniels are even as concerned as I am towards the wellbeing of their daughter. Staring at my phone I deleted all the nude videos a strange girl called Amelia had been sending me.

She had already mated and bore a child with the alpha of the Blood Moon pack. I only got one thing to do. I have to kill her and the child before time runs out. I attacked their land with the plan of being able to end my miseries. The Blood moon pack was wiped out. Their alpha was dead along with his warriors. Now, the only thing to do is to kill Josephine. I should be happy upon seeing her laying down under the tree with blood all over her body. But when I came closer, I had seen that the baby inside her was gone.

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

William's face did not move like a mountain, and his hand in his pocket was put down again, his eyes condensed in Mary KinsonMoM's little face. Mary Kinson's voice sounds just like the death warrant for Jojo, who is dying on the ground from anguish. She was afraid in front of William, and the terror in her bones was visible in her pupils. "Save me, Brother William; she is a wicked person who poured drugs into my mouth and is trying to kill me!" Jojo tucked her fingers into William's slacks and rested her face against his leg.