Ella Joyce Set It Off Novels & Stories

They all backed away, afraid of being killed. Joyce was so frightened that her small, sensual lips turned pale. Her soft body trembled, and she clenched her fists and punched Fernando. She said disappointedly, "Why can't you let it go? Why do you have to seek death? Apologize to Mr. Zhongbao!" "Honey, don't be afraid. I'm sure he won't dare to shoot." Fernando's mouth curved into a confident smile. Joyce was so angry she couldn't speak. "You're risking your life!"

On the day of my wedding, I accidentally oversleep by six hours. By the time I rush to the venue, my fiance, Jared Marshall, has already gone through the entire ceremony with his first love. He looks at my sweat-drenched face and just smiles and comes clean. "I'm the one who drugged you. Amber wanted a wedding, and it's no big deal, so I gave her one." As if worried I might cause a scene, he adds casually, "Be good, and I'll take you to get our marriage license next week. Besides, making a fuss now won't change anything. "Look, the wedding dress isn't even your size." My gaze settles calmly on the bride, who is wearing the gown I've spent nearly half a year choosing. Everyone holds the

“But I’ve always believed in long games. You saved your woman. Bravo. But did you really think I’d stop there?” He sniggered, taking a puff from his cigar. He stood up then. The camera followed him to another room. There was a blonde woman tied and made to kneel on the dirty floor. I squinted hard, trying to figure out who it was. And when I did, my heart exploded. I dropped Lily and grabbed the phone from Vince. “No! Joyce!” Jericho laughed loudly, rubbing Joyce’s hair as she squirmed away from him. Thankfully, she was still fully dressed, her face puffy from crying.

"You kept calling me over something this trivial? Was that really necessary? Do you know, because of you, I was a minute late lighting the birthday fireworks for Luna Whitmore? She cried because she was so upset!" I subconsciously held my lower abdomen. In that one minute—delayed because he ignored my calls—I had been enduring the pain of massive bleeding. Nevertheless, I didn’t hysterically argue or question him. I just spoke softly, "Sorry for interfering with your important matters." Then, a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, and his tone softened slightly. "As long as you’re not picking a fight." He pulled a half-burnt sparkler from his pocket and tossed it to me like a favor. "Luna i

Suddenly Joy stopped dead in her tracks, stopping Della as well. "What's wrong, mom?" Della whispered. "Boot tracks," Joy said. "There's someone in this garden that shouldn't be," Joy whispered, as she looked around frantically trying to spot any more clues. Nothing. So Joy led Della quickly back to the rooms and grabbed her phone to try to call Caine again.

Joyce was fuming. There was something cooking deeply at the pit of her stomach that wouldn't stop pulsing up her veins. She was really pissed off. The plan had been to see if Sophie was okay, walking into a compromising position between the duo was way out of the plan. Her gaze drifted from Sophie's wide eyes to the face of the man in front of her. Tyler only managed a small smile at her unable to tell what exactly was on Joyce's mind. If Sophie didn't notice, Tyler had turn around in time to see a small frown make its way to the latter's face.

He mimicked her trembling voice, doubling over with laughter again. David clapped his hands, clearly proud of their prank. “Come on, Joyce, admit it. It was genius. We even got you home safe and sound.” “Safe and sound?!” Joyce snapped. “You dragged me into a van, blindfolded me, and made me think I was being kidnapped! How is that SAFE?!”

Please note the sarcasm. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Joy's POV

My sharp ears caught her mistake and was about calling her out for it when I realized that I had no idea what she wanted to say so there was a high chance she could change her words and I ould have no clue. It didn't take up to to minutes after that before Joyce stood up with her bag "I have to get going now."

Joyce squealed aloud, jumping to her feet and running towards me. I immediately shrank myself, wrapping my hands around me and looking at her warily. She wasn’t bothered by my expression. She just launched herself at me, embracing me tightly by wrapping her hands around my upper chest and kissing me on the cheek. “Hey, what are you doing?” I shrieked in disgust, trying to move away from her, but she had locked my hands in her embrace too. He kissed me again with a loud smack, and I felt nauseated. “Joyce, I am not Caellum,” I yelled at her in disgust, trying to shrug her off my body, but she glued herself to me.