Ellen Joe Zzz Novels & Stories

I had so been engrossed in thinking about Jojo that I forgot I still needed to put on makeup for the shoot. “You can call me Eleanor, Harry. Nikki’s my media name.” I told him politely. “Miss Eleanor, you don’t have to take whatever she says to heart. No one can deny that Jojo behaves like a kid at times.” He said. I nodded my head, sitting down on the chair for him to commence. Though, something lingered at the back of my head… “Hardin?” I called out. “Yes, girlie?” he answered. “Is Jojo Lopez really engaged to Liam James?” I asked.

Elliot, who was sitting in silence throughout the entire conversation, finally spoke up. "I did," he said. Tammy sent Avery another text: [They're both lying! Elliot Foster is Mr. Z! Jun told me himself just now! You have to expose them right now!] Avery had one hand clenched tightly around her phone and the other gripping her glass of water. Her face was rid of color, and her lips were pale from her biting down on them. Elliot was Mr. Z. He wanted to use Jun's name to buy out Tate Industries.

He woke up to the sound of a buzzer. BZZZZZT. Elion jumped. "What? Fire?" "Laundry," Cale said calmly. "The cycle is done." Elion sat up. He realized he had been asleep for thirty minutes. He had been drooling on Cale’s shoulder. "Oh god," Elion wiped his mouth. "I fell asleep. On you." "You did." "Why didn't you push me off?" "You needed the rest." "My arm is asleep," Elion complained, shaking his hand. "And I probably snored."

I let out a deep breath and put down the cellphone. I first met Lorenzo Greyson Eleanor as a fuck boy, womanizer and jerk. But come to think of it, he has a heart. He may be cold and rough most of the time, but he's nice and considerate to me. I never thought an almost perfect star like him could be this reachable and honest. His future girlfriend must be lucky. JOJISSI

Joe’s bedroom; 1:15 am Joe was pulled out of his sleep by his mobile phone ringing. At first he didn’t really know it was his phone, of course. He was sound asleep and dreaming about being in the flat he had lived in with Liz. He was sleeping on the sofa and from the bedroom he could hear the alarm clock going off. It wouldn’t stop. And Liz, who was in the bedroom, wouldn’t turn it off.

Evelyn said softly, "You should get out of the car too. No matter what, we're not divorced yet. This is still your home. Come back and live here first. You can move out in two years." Joy flashed across Elio's eyes. This was great! No matter how spacious and luxurious the suite in Evamor Tower was, it was still not as comfortable as the three-foot-wide floor under Evelyn's bed. He always felt better when he was guarding his goddess and sleeping beside her. It just so happened that the Joneses had a guest in the house at the time. His name was Bennet Zaccone, and he looked to be in his late twenties. He was quite handsome, but his face was a little long. He wore a blue-striped suit and a red

Nef and Ron were already on the way towards their table. Zion rubbed his brows as he felt a sudden pain but there was no choice to follow the hungry friends. With their tummies, their eyes were also hungry and thirsty and that thirst can only be quenched by looking at the hot girls. When the girls saw them, they were over the cloud nine. Zion is no less than Roman or Greek God. Slightly tanned skin, dark eyes, dark hair, tall height, perfectly balanced and muscled body, high IQ, a heir of the top IT company of the country, in short he is perfect in every way and a dream guy of every girl.

“So I guess you’ve had a lot of experience flying planes then?” Elliott went along with it and started a diatribe about all of the different situations he’d flown a plane in, including Nazi Germany and one of the moon landings. While he had been alive for a long time, Jo knew he had never flown a plane before and was just being silly. She was too tired to pay too much attention to what he was saying. Once again, she found herself jealous of the Guardians who didn’t need nearly as much sleep as she did. “Are you falling asleep?” Zane asked her, using the IAC. “Your eyes keep closing longer and longer every time you blink. I think they’re just not going to come open one of these times.”

to a day like this, years from now, no threats to our safety, but the soft laughter of our pups playing beside us while we work… *** Taking a seat, we join James and Liza for lunch. Smoked pork chops, twice-baked potatoes, and steamed vegetables cover my plate. My stomach rumbles in approval, I guess this morning wasn't a complete fluke. Zac is discussing a matter of the Ellis Group with his dad and Liza is telling me stories of Zac as a pup. “...and then in front of all the Alphas at the treaty meeting, here comes Zac, running in, pumping his fists in the air, shirt, shoes but with a bare butt, screaming on about how he used the big boy potty…”

He held Eli close, whispering soothing words until the tension ebbed, and they all drifted back into a restless sleep. By morning, the sun filtered through the curtains, casting a harsh light on their exhaustion. Eli was quiet, his eyes distant and shadowed, the weight of his demons still pressing down on him despite the temporary relief from the previous scene. Zeke watched him over breakfast, noting how Eli pushed his food around the plate, barely eating. "You're not okay," Zeke said bluntly, his voice low so the others wouldn't overhear in the next room. Eli just shook his head, mumbling something about feeling "fucking useless."