Doobie Jojo Novels & Stories

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

Sergio pushed it open slowly, revealing a room filled with shadows. The sudden flicker of movement caught their attention. El Patrio, realizing that his escape plan had been foiled, had taken cover in the room. He raised his weapon, ready to defend himself. Sergio and Daniel acted quickly, their training taking over. They shouted at El Patrio to drop his weapon, but he refused to comply. With precision and determination, they moved in, carefully avoiding any sudden moves that could trigger violence. The standoff was tense, and El Patrio's defiance was clear. But Sergio and Daniel were unwavering, knowing that they had to capture him to end this dangerous game once and for all.

She said once more while pushing her baby to me. It seems that I don’t have a choice since I can’t just leave the baby knowing that another pack will definitely kill her. So I did what I assume was the right thing to do and took the baby to my arms. I was about to leave when the woman grabs hold my hand in a force I didn’t know she still have. She looked into my eyes and that’s when she told me everything. Her name was Josephine. The Luna of the Blood Moon pack. She was the last living flood blooded witch in the whole world.

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.

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.

- Babi also goes to him. I slap my forehead lightly, foreseeing the catastrophe to come. Since I know there is no way they will give up this idea, I slide my wheelchair over to them, watching what they are about to do. The girls are each on one side of him, so I stand next to Babi who was closest to my table. - Today we will collect the cobwebs from your vagina or my name is not Oliver Santiago. - The one who said that is no longer here. - I raise my hands in surrender.

she sobbed. Becky rolled her eyes and popped the lollipop stick out of her mouth. "Speaking of breaks" she rolled her chair closer. "You remember Tristan right?" She poked her head up."Tristan?" "Yeah, the one from college. Big T?" "What about him?" "Well we met on the train last night and he invited me to a party tonight at club Bossa nova. One of the biggest clubs in New York" "And are you telling me this because...?" "Because I think you should totally come. There's cool music, free drinks, and hot guys if you decide to cheat on David" she laughed.

“Nope. I don’t think so.” “Then loosen up a bit. Can’t get you in trouble.” She gives my shoulder a squeeze. “Do you have a joint?” “Yap. Need some?” “Nope. Take some swigs and it will help you relax.” “Nope. I need to distribute when sober.” “Hey ladies?” Dre joins us with two other men. “Hey Dre.” We answer in unison. “This is Troy and this is Ken. They are your drivers.” “Okay.” “We get to work?”

As if there would still be things like ‘gang leaders’ these days. “I guessed it right, didn’t I? Y’all are totally from the underworld, aren’t ya? I could tell at a glance.” Jojo kept chattering on and on, but she did not dare to say it too loudly either, lest she ended up startling the two lovebirds on the porch. Dos grew impatient. “What do you mean, the underworld? Do I look like a gang member to you?” He gave her another glare that expressed his doubts regarding her intelligence. All of a sudden, things took a turn for the worse!

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.”