Gyros Jojo Novels & Stories

"Stop this, man. Stop this at once." "Let me be since you can't act like you're meant to," he pants, twisting William's arm back. I grab his waist and hoist his off my uncle, just before he could break that as well. Jojo is tall with a slink-like body that of a cat — but I'm built up like a brick wall — strong enough to hold him down. "I told you to calm the hell down!" I bring my palm down, heavily against his face. He groans, eyes wide, shock and confusion swirling in them. "Get a fucking grip on yourself. I'm the boss here, don't you forget that. Leave it to me."

Any of them might not make it out. It’s killing both Arya and me. But this was fate’s path, and we had to let them walk it. “JoJo!” Arya cries, bolting past me. I follow her gaze—JoJo is helping a staggering Gael, his arm slung around her and Hakeem. Blood pours from a vicious head wound, and he’s barely conscious. Arya, Tomas, and I sprint toward them. Tomas reaches them first while Arya and I clear space to work.

Gio looks playboy with this step. Everyone went in front and we bowed...

She stretched out her hand to Silas who took it "My name is Joan Johnson, my friends calls me JoJo. I'm a model, a brand influencer, a video vexen, a biologist and a pretty lady who goes for what she wants. The last sentence made Silas to laugh out. I was just at one corner watching them. JoJo was flirting around Silas and he knows it but played along. "Silas Kurt, a gym instructor and therapist. Is nice to meet you JoJo. Silas withdraw his hand from her, he looked over at me to see if I look offended but I was giving them a go ahead smile. Silas later left while I walked inside with JoJo. She began her usual rant but this time around I paid attention because it was all about Ohio.

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.”

The speakers were already loud so it cut him off. I knew that pissed him off but I wasn't going to argue with him. Knowing Jabu, he'll stop the car right here and tell me to get off. The car sped through the highway, taking off ramps till I found us at the heart of Jozi. Jozi, the city of gold.

grandad said,eyeing JoJo. "Hey!"JoJo said. "Am under appreciated around our circle of friendship!"he whined. "I thought you said it was a triangle?" "Am going! Am in the lobby True"JoJo said and left the room,then swiftly stormed in again. "FYI,you two are forgiven!"He said and I threw grandad's charger at him. Grandad faced me,and held my hand,"True...life is getting any easier on my end,and you know that,better than I do. Don't ever hold back on any opportunity that comes your way"Grandad said and I withdrew my hand from his.

Joan zoomed past and picked up a much larger gun which seemed to scare the shit out of him. "Not that" He chuckled darkly before taking it out of her hands. "I didn't say be a fucking terrorist, That's a 13mm Gyrojet and we don't use that for shooting around here" He croaked and with a shrug of her shoulders, she turned away from him.

"Of course." Jo replied curtly. Pure Italian Jo was a short man with a hard body who favored black leather jackets. He especially wore black leather gloves at all times, not just for style but for practical reasons. True to his nickname "Garrotte," he specialized in strangulation using thin cords, and the leather gloves were a means to protect his hands. "Hey, Digger. How about the strip club tonight?" Doni asked Leo. Leo didn't even answer, keeping his eyes closed.

She knew very well that the woman on the recliner could not see her ultimate move—titanium alloy infrared laser eye! “Forget it. I’m going to greet the customers. Boss, as a shopkeeper who does nothing, don’t you feel your conscience hurting?” Having said that, Jojo left the reception desk. The woman on the recliner pressed her hands on her head in pain… ‘No, my conscience doesn’t hurt. My head, however, hurts when you talk like that, Jojo!’ “Ahoy! Are you staying…” Before Jojo could finish her greeting, her voice came to an abrupt stop as she stared blankly at the man getting out of the car. Her cheeks were instantly flushed… So, so, so handsome!