Inside Out Joy Face Novels & Stories

Please note the sarcasm. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Joy's POV

"You look nice." "She does, doesn't she?" her mother added enthusiastically, but Joy didn't look pleased. She simply turned around, letting her mum zip her dress. Once done, she grasped the jute bag from the corner table and stepped outside. "Have fun you two and tell me whether you liked the food or not!" Joy's face was solemn as she remained quiet. When Logan realized that Joy had no intentions to be her usual cheerful self and bid farewell to her mum, he said, "Of course, thank you Mrs Jones."

Her face not looking bright again like the joy she is. Melly walked near where she stood but Joy didn't see her cause she was facing another direction, she patiently stood for few seconds so she would finish up with her phone call. Joy Solomon being someone interactive and like a friend was the person in the best position who would be calm enough to answer her. Joy turned around to leave after ending the phone call when she discovers Melissa standing at her back.. "You almost got me frightened up babe..." " Sorry if I had frightened you in any way.." Melissa pleaded

The representative obediently lifted his phone, snapping a photo of the two men smiling. The exclusive salon hummed with the quiet sound of blow dryers and soft, classical music. Joy stared at herself in the gilded mirror, absolutely glowing. The stylist had just finished her hair, and she looked breathtaking, elegant, youthful, and full of life. "You are so beautiful, Joy," I smiled, genuinely happy to see her so radiant. "I'm going to go have my headshots taken immediately! Thank you so much, Sister Irene," she beamed, admiring her reflection.

When the door opened, my slender and bruised legs jumped into view. Preston looked rather surprised at the sight. In the next second, he stared at my face blankly. "Jeanine Colby?"

His facial features underwent an unexpected transformation. Joy. The essence of authentic happiness. His face slowly transformed with an uncommon genuine smile that caused a painful knot to form in my stomach. The calculated businessman vanished when he gazed upon my mother and his eyes softened. We’re having a baby? " she whispered, as if saying it out loud would make it more real. He exhaled his smile growing as he reached for her hand. “Yes. ” She released a gentle laugh of disbelief while tears gathered in her eyes. Oh my God. ”

Rosita cried. Clifford turned Rosita and hugged her. Clifford : I know dear. I understand how you feel because I love and care for you. I assure you that everything is going to be okay. Trust me. Rosita : How long dear? I want to see you happy. Clifford : And I am dear, you are my happiness. Now, smile for me. I want to see your beautiful smile. Clifford wiped the tears from Rosita's eyes and kissed her.

“Look at me. Please?” Joy wasn’t sure if he heard her or would comply but he slowly moved his head until they gazed at each other, nose to nose. Up close his eyes were as striking as she remembered and looking into them made thinking difficult. “Hi. It’s Joy.” She licked her lips. “Dr. Yards. Do you remember me now?”

I left Riley behind, crying after me, because I could hear Andy whisper in my ear. “Keep walking, Daddy. Don’t look back.” After Riley and Leo were both sentenced to prison, a cosmetic surgery specialist named Suzanne Jones contacted me. “Mr. Quince, I can perform reconstructive surgery for you and restore your original appearance.” At first, I had given up. I thought I would live the rest of my life with this face. However, Suzanne’s words made me decide to try once more. She said, “I think your son and parents would be very happy to see you restored to your old look.”

“You’ve had your say. You look down on me now, don’t you? You think that I don’t deserve you, but that’s ridiculous!” Suddenly, Carlos’s eyes lit up, for the first time in his life, he discovered how resilient he actually was. Like a Bozo inflatable, he bounced back with a giant grin on his face. He chuckled as he got to his face. Joyce’s face turned white. “What’s so funny?” she asked. “You are,” he replied. “Funny and stupid.