Gyros Jojo Novels & Stories

“Pull up all the information about Jay and Yorick. I want a report as soon as possible. Use the spy-tech to figure out their secrets.” Sia reclined on her chair and closed her eyes, trying to relax a bit. Today was a tiring day, both mentally and physically. She had drifted off to sleep before she could realize. *** “The report is ready.” Jojo’s mechanical voice snapped her out of her nap. She opened her eyes to see Jojo standing in front of her with a rectangular device similar to COD. A smile crept her lips as she read the reports. She jumped out of a chair and conjured her private glassway.

Bloody coward. "My name is Jojo Wyatt," I spoke with all the authority I had taken time to muster. "And I'm here to see Cole Rush!"

Jojo's pupils were earthquake-like and trembling, and the bottom of his eyes was shocked and afraid. Really? "You... impossible... master accepted me as an apprentice in online writing three years ago! You can't be her!" Jojo's mood is on the verge of collapse, keeping the last trace of reason to compete.

The sooner we see Jojo, the sooner I can get out of here. Jojo sat hunched behind the counter of his ramshackle kiosk, his gnarled fingers idly tapping against the cracked wood. His skin was like ancient parchment, yellowed and thin, stretched too tightly over sharp bones. Deep creases crisscrossed through his face and his eyes, sunken into shadowed hollows, gleamed with an unsettling sharpness, their yellowed whites almost blending with his sickly complexion. His mouth twisted into something that might have been a grin—if not for the unsettling gaps where his teeth should have been. The few that remained were crooked and stained, jutting from his gums like tombstones.

“ My point exactly” My parents widened their eyes before dashing up the stairs as though they were on fire. The rest of us enjoyed breakfast and made small talk. We learned a long time ago that whenever Joey makes no noise then he's up to some mischief. It's not always funny, sometimes we have heart attacks, and other times we laugh and take pictures. Little Jojo is not going to be two forever. A few minutes later, Joey walked in looking as white as ever. “ White looks good on you” I whistled. He gave me his charming grin, showing his adorable teeth of four. Trotting over with his little legs, I placed him on my lap.

He seems to be having a pretty good time. "Mind if I sit with you then?" As always, Jojo is the picture of politeness. "Sure," I scooch over, and he settles next to me. His eyes are on two dark-haired girls who couldn't be older than seven, climbing the jungle gym. "Cute kids," I comment, enjoying the way they're hanging off the monkey bars. "They are, aren't they?" Jojo beams. "My girlfriend wants kids one day. She'll be a really good mom."

They kept their dens off the reserve, but if they needed to let off some steam, they could hide among the various big cats roaming the reserve. Doctor Graves had just given Jojo permission to shift again after receiving a wound in the first battle. So he was cranky because he had to pack instead of play or hunt in his animal form. Leo understood, but they could do that at home. Oh, Leo knew it was the nymph that made him cranky and not the timeline for returning to his animal.

'' It was Chaos' turn to not reply quickly. ''Be glad that you didn't come. It was stressful. Three fights broke out because of a simple jester. The six participants involved were immediately disqualified on the spot. That’s minus six from the original 112 participants for the Gairoshi.” “You’re more than a hundred?” Carysse didn’t mask the surprise on her face. As far as she could remember, Zeikontour only had less than thirty. “That’s to be expected. Gairoshi is a contest for the crown,” Chaos said. Carysse knew that. She just didn’t expect it to be that many.