Ghiaccio Jojo Novels & Stories

And now he's at my feet, begging. "Who the fuck sent you?" I ask, running my fingers over the engraving of the gun. It was a gift from Leander when I turned eighteen. It's this beautiful rose gold gun with roses etched into the sides. One of a kind. Never another like it. Just like me. "I don't know!" he cries out in agony.

Since Jojo was a drama queen, and never stop displaying her madness physically, she will meet her match in Melinda who is never afraid of anything or anyone. Jojo walked up to Joe and extend her hand out to him. “I’m Joan Johnson, my friends call me Jojo. I’m Becca’s best friend, a video vixen, a model, dancer and every good thing you can think off… She smiled, exposing her fine set of teeth. Joe returned the smile without much thought. He took her extended hand and shake

Then she hop-skipped over to Vivian and grabbed her hands. “Isn’t this, like, totally awesome?” Her eyes were big and filled with awe. Vivian narrowed her own in response. “Who turned you?” she demanded. Jojo shrugged. “Just some bum. He got, like, everyone. It was totally terrifying at first, but then I woke up with these kick-ass moves. Want to see?” Vivian shook her head. Jojo continued. “We’re, like, totally going to be his army or something. It’s going to be awesome.”

"I think the darkness might actually hide the fact that we're all wearing cheap glitter." "Cheap? Excuse me?" Jojo gasped, mock-offended. "I’ll have you know my shimmer is top-tier." Liam appeared out of the crowd, his tray balanced perfectly on one arm. He looked like the poster boy for "perfect student," his hair neat and his smile easy. He leaned down and pressed a quick, dry peck to Elena’s cheek before sliding into the seat beside her. "Hey," he said, his eyes warm. "What are we arguing about now? Jojo's social media empire?"

I opened the laptop to continue the pending work that required my attention. [Knock! Knock!!Knock!!] "Come in", I muttered The doorknob turned, and Jojo walked in holding a tray of dessert cakes and orange juice in her hand as she approached me with a warm smile gracing her lips. Jojo is the oldest maid in the mansion.

In the time that I have been bound to Leonardo, I have come to learn a lot from him and learn a lot about him. Arrigo Gabriele Leonardo is a very powerful man who holds a high position in the Leonardo Mafia and for that reason he doubts every single person he comes across and every man that works for him. So he has taken to confiding in me because I am in the literal sense, his slave. Since I have become his human diary, I know everything that there is to know about Arrigo.

End of POV Zayn got up unchained Gigi's hands and left the room silently. "Prove yourself or get ready to get your ass badly beaten!" Gigi said Jennie smirked. "As i told you the unknowns have extra ordinary supernatural powers so i shall let you see mine!" With that Jennie attacked Gigi with a sword. Nit just any sword. An ice sword. Yes sword made of ice. which Gigi easily dodged. then Jennie attacked her with ice knifes and then threw a whole ice Strom at Gigi. Being a little startled but quickly recomposing herself.

Scrawny and thick Isaac was no match for Gio's body of a man. Then, Gio collapsed on Isaac and howled, “I CAN’T DO THIS, ISAAC.” He howled as a toddler would. “Please stop making me do this, I love you, I love you. Please stop this.” Gio ran naked to the comfort room to relieve himself, leaving Isaac alone. Finally, he broke down into tears. He did not know why, he just did. It just is, he thought. ***

I forced myself through the crowd, stepping over broken bottles and bodies. The DJ booth was damaged, the music playing in a distorted manner. The Dj himself was dead. I recognized him—a student of ours. My wolf growled, clawing at me to unleash the anger in me. But I reeled him in. “Not now, boy,” I muttered. As seconds passed, I finally got a clearer vision. “Jojo!” I yelled his name the moment I sighted him. He hurried to where I was and assisted me. “You were cut,” jojo said, placing his hand on a deep cut I didn’t notice on my torso. I winced, shifting away from his hand,

If looks could kill, Gigi would’ve been six feet under already. But Gigi being Gigi, she didn’t flinch. “Serves you right. That wasn’t even enough. You should be fed to the crocodiles.” Her voice was low, but each word landed like a slap. JD was tending to her leg while Roccio handled his own bruises. He pressed an ice pack to his cheek, trying to stop the swelling. With both sides of his face puffed and red, Roccio looked more like a clown than a feared gang leader.