Ella Joyce Set It Off Novels & Stories

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.

Her head is thrown back, her hair fanned against the pillows, her mouth parted in a way that leaves no room for doubt. They do not see me at first. That is the worst part. This was not a secret moment stolen in haste. This was comfort. Familiarity. Repetition. This was betrayal made routine. Just thinking of how much Selena must have endured from this prick of a boy had my blood boiling like a lava. Joyce notices me first. Her eyes widen, her body going still beneath him. “Christopher,” she breathes. He turns, annoyance already on his face, irritation at being interrupted—

Emma whispered to Joy's ear, afraid the three might hear. "What do you think? Why would I do such a thing when you are in danger?" Joy's response caught Emma off guard as she realized Joy never took any recording. She demonstrated well to the extent that anybody would believe her. It seems Maya and her friends fell for the trick, as they believed Joy's act. Joy glanced slightly at them as she saw their expression which seemed like they would cry anytime soon. The three of them placed handkerchiefs between their knees to help reduce the pain of their skin in contact with the tiled floor.

My brain was doing that thing where it replays every stupid decision in high-def. Joyce called me up all excited about crashing the wedding, me going along with it because, sure, why not, let’s blow up my sister’s life for old times’ sake. Me texting Maddox behind everyone’s back, or trying to, anyway. God, that part was the fishiest. I’d been trying to get a hold of him for days, just to... I don’t know, talk him down or something? Warn him off? But every time I’d start typing or call, Joyce would butt in with some excuse “Oh, Liv, don’t worry about it, I’ve got this handled,” or “He’s doing his way, just let it play out.” And I’d let her. Because she was so damn convincing, all that psycho

Meanwhile, at the upper part of the balcony, there stood a lady in her maid uniform, Joyce. Her eyes were dark and cloudy with jealous and anger, her hands were crossed behind her back and she fisted her fingers into balls. She is watching in silent as the cars drove out of the big yard, then she suddenly smiled evilly as if a plan crossed her mind. Hence, she turned around swiftly and she walked out is the balcony. She was walking in the long corridor, and she walked past Willow and Amaya. "Why is she smiling?" Amaya said out. "She seem so creepy," Willow faked a shiver as they both glanced behind and watched Joyce until she was out of sight.

Joyce did not want to talk to him anymore, and she stood up and prepared to leave. Suddenly her arm was clutched, and she looked back. Martin was staring at her with red eyes. "Where did you hide it?" "You are hurting me." "Where did you hide it?" "Let me go. Waiter," Joyce shouted. "Sir, please let your hand off this lady." The waiter rushed over to stop Martin. There was nothing Martin could do but watch Joyce leave. He did not get back the thing, but it was certain that she had stolen it.

"I knew you couldn't leave me. Stop throwing tantrums from now on. If I ever really walk away, you'll regret it when it's already too late." This ridiculous man was already clinging to Joyce, yet he still had the nerve to play mind games with me. But this was perfect. Only if he tied himself completely to Joyce could those two despicable people drag each other straight to ruin. I had just hung up when I saw Lucas send a text into the class group chat. It read, "Joyce has fully recovered. In two days, she's treating everyone at an auction and letting us bid freely." The group chat went wild, and as usual, everyone was gushing about Joyce.