Ella Joyce Set It Off Novels & Stories

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

Seeing that Joyce knew Grainne, the guards hesitated whether to release her. Grainne decisively said to the guard: “Where did this mad woman come from? I don't know her! You want to chase her away!" The security guard saw that Grainne had spoken, so he pulled Joyce out even more. Joyce screams, flailing arms and legs wildly. But in the end, she couldn't match the strength of the guards, so she was forcibly dragged out. “Grain. Even your mother doesn't accept it? Someone like you will be stabbed by the gods sooner or later!” Joyce's last sentence kept ringing in Grainne's head, keeping her in the mood for work all afternoon.

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.

Elle shouted as she grabbed an empty glass from the table and filled it with water. “I know.” I lifted my coffee cup calmly. “You don’t have to kill her.” “I’m not going to kill her. I’m just going to… give her a strong warning.” I raised an eyebrow, knowing exactly what Elle’s version of a "strong warning" meant. The next second, a scream erupted from Joy’s room, followed by a string of curses that would definitely not be welcome in any church. I heard Joy coughing and then Elle’s satisfied laughter. A few moments later, Joy appeared in the kitchen doorway, her wet hair sticking messily to her face. The T-shirt she was wearing was soaked at the shoulders, and she looked like a zombie that h

Joyce replied. "My father! What is the time? He would have been troubled," Jerry looked for his phone. "Don't worry. I sent someone to inform him that you are in my room. He should be waiting for you downstairs," Joyce told him. "Then everyone knew what we did?" Jerry asked. "What did we do?" Joyce wanted to tease him. His expression right now is so cute. "The thing," Jerry stuttered. "Oh! Do you mean sex.. perhaps?" she asked. Jerry's ears turned red. He can't believe this lady's shamelessness.

Joyce withdrew her hand. "Easy now. We don't want the cartel hearing their Pope cry" she smiled. Dylan chuckled. "Curse Ceaza. I'll get at him for this. I definitely will. Only he won't be able to cry much long for his" he sneered. "It's okay. You'll get him. He'll play right into your paws, son" Joyce replied. She unscrewed the cover of the bottle and smoke erupted from it. She gently tilted her hand, dripping a few drops of the bottle's content onto the upwards edge of the stab wound.

Melissa ordered. “I am not sure that is wise your maj…” the Sentinel began an explanation that 2as unwarranted. Melissa gave him a glare and he swallowed his words. He rushed forward and uncuffed Joyce who exhaled and closed her eyes to breathe. “The air of freedom,” she said. Melissa scoffed. “So how are you feeling now?”