Inside Out Joy Face Novels & Stories

He kept his eyes on the road, but he could tell that I was filled with joy. I could see that Tom's focus was on me, even though his face was looking forward. When he asked if I seemed happy, I replied with a big smile, "Yes, absolutely! I'm over the moon about moving into your house today, so I couldn't be any less happy." As I responded, he gently held my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze that made my heart flutter with joy.

Joy searched his face, waiting for him to answer. "She was checking out herself this morning, and I just told her that she has added, and that I like it, she was supposed to be happy, but she became angry and started asking everyone how she looks, she just needed someone to tell her that she has not added a pound, maybe that is what I should have done". He looked towards the direction of where she left from, and started walking towards there, but she came out immediately. "Joy I am at the garden, we can plan from there".

Joy flooded my expression. It was Rachel.

She gasped, then fought the laugh that bubbled up her throat, her lips clamped shut in a futile attempt at composure. It was hopeless. Her laughter burst free, brightly transforming her face within moments. "Stop…stop!" she cried between peals of laughter as he tickled her without mercy. "I might choke. Stop, please; I will choke from laughter!" He laughed too, utterly absorbed in the sound of her joy. By the time the figure outside withdrew, a sudden chill crawled down Joya's spine. Her laughter faltered. Her head anchored toward the doorway, breath hitching as her eyes locked onto the open space beyond the room.

No eggs then. ‘Ham?’ I asked. ‘I do cold cuts too.’ And Joy smiled brightly. ‘We’ve spent everything on your albums and those branded clothes that Rose simply MUST get.’ She slapped some jam on the piece of bread and smeared red everywhere while shooting daggers at me. Fuck. ‘Bread is fine,’ I mumbled. ***** Those eyes finally opened. Slowly at first, blinking a few times, and then a groan of exhaustion slipped from her cherry lips. I leaned forward to kiss the side of her forehead and stroke her brows.

You weren't sure what made you more warry, the fact that she looked like she'd been crying her eyes out, or that she had a big shit-eating grin on her face. Joy didn't say anything, which made the whole thing with her even more unnerving. She went to her seat with that frustrating, slightly-crazed grin and sat down, pulling out a tissue from her back to wipe under her eyes. She didn't even bother heading out to the washroom or anything, she just sat there grinning. Gemma broke the silence, looking down the table at her. "Are you OK?" "Oh, fine," Joy said. Then she laughed. Or cackled. Much more of a cackle.

"Ms. Aria, are you absolutely sure about this?" Inside the private clinic, the black-market doctor handed me the consent form with trembling hands. "Digging the GPS chip out of your neck, breaking and rebuilding your facial bones... You are so beautiful, why would you..." "Because I need to escape someone. Forever." I touched my face with a bitter smile and signed my name. When I walked out of the clinic, the blinding sunlight made me squint. Before I could take three steps, the familiar roar of engines echoed from the end of the street.

His whole face lit up as he talked, animated and joyful. Hazel examined the paper carefully, turning it this way and that to see it from different angles. Her face glowed with pride and love—not the expression I’d spent hours perfecting in mirrors while trying to look maternal. This was real. Effortless. The kind of warmth that just radiated from her without any effort at all. Liam laughed, actually laughed with genuine joy. A bright, happy sound carried up to my window and made my stomach clench with something sharp and painful.

It assured Mia that all was well and normal. Suddenly, Joy ran over to the counter. Excitement radiated from her and flashed in her eyes. She looked like a little girl almost bouncing on the sole of her feet. “Guess who I just saw step out of a cab outside?” No one came to mind, so Mia shrugged and continued with what she had been doing. Her lack of a more enthusiastic reaction seemed to irritate the woman. Joy frowned. She folded her arms over her chest and stared at Mia like she was debating if it was worth it to tell her after all.

The girl in the black sunglasses. A girl in a jeans jack, white top and pulled back hair sat with a group of seniors. The jawline was the same, the same full cheeks and small frame. They had to have the same chocolate eyes. The girl's hair appeared thicker and curly. Leah always straightened her hair. ‘What… the hell?’ Jordan whispered. Her skin felt like ice cream falling off a stick. ‘It’s so weird but that’s not the strangest part.’ Ruby said. ‘She claims she isn’t Leah, can you imagine?’