Enya Jojo Novels & Stories

Finally, as her employee continued to whine in an odd accent, she propped herself up from the chair. “Jojo, have you been watching those Taiwanese dramas again? I told you so many times, don’t try to copy their accent. You’re not doing a good job of it, and then your local ascent sounds off too… Jojo, sweetie, queen, my goddess… I’m begging you, spare me. I’m just a mere mortal, stop poisoning my ears~” “Boss!” The girl called Jojo lost her temper, putting her hands on her hips angrily. Unfortunately, she had a naturally round and chubby face that made it impossible for her to look fierce. She thought she looked terrifying right now, though. “Boss! I’m gonna get mad!”

“Heel!” The raging ape breathes deep and exhales, lowering its posture and stepping away from its downed foe. It then proceeds to retrieve an unconscious IvorySting from the bushes, carrying with him the fruits she had gathered. “Kofe, see to the beast, Jojo might have injured it. Ah princess, since it seems you didn’t notice my other friend here earlier, let me introduce him. This is Jojo. He is really sweet when you get to know him better.”

“You love me for it. Admit it.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re insane.” “Insanely fine, maybe. Anyway, where the hell are you? This doesn’t look like your ratty apartment.” I snorted. “Long story. But first, where are you? And why do I hear ‘Despacito’ blasting in the background?” JoJo tilted his phone, showing flashing lights, half-naked strangers grinding against each other. “Club, baby. Some Tinder guy dragged me here. Thought he was gonna be my Prince Charming. Turns out, his cock was like a crayon. I had to cancel the deal.”