Joana Park Novels & Stories

I no longer needed to see to feel safe. The stones under the fig tree glowed faintly in the moonlight. I could see them from the porch. They were enough. --- Joana came more often now. Not just to garden — to sit. We drank coffee on the porch, watched the tide, talked about nothing and everything. She was twenty-eight, a few years older than me, with dirt under her fingernails and a laugh that made the world feel lighter. "You're different," she said one morning. "Different how?"

She wouldn’t want it even if it was given to her. “What are you two talking about?” Joana asked as she had overheard what was said between the fat woman and Ian. The fat woman looked at her and frowned. “What does it have to do with you?” on the other hand, Ian’s eyes lit up upon seeing Joana. In his eyes, this beautiful woman was not much worse than Maja and she even had the temperament of great businesswoman. “It has to do with me as I’m the manager of this fantasia mall. I’m very angry over what you said!” Joana said.

The two had gone out at some point, a fleeting connection that had left an impression on Joana, as Bruno barely remembered that night. Bruno approached the counter where Joana was, trying to mask his surprise with a smile. "Hi, Joana." "Hi, Bruno! Long time no see!" Joana greeted me with an animated tone. "What can I do for you today?" He returned the smile. "I need to send a package to São Paulo." "Shop order?" Joana inquired, curious. He shook his head. "No, it's a personal gift." Joana's curious gaze fixed on him. "Did Suzana move to São Paulo, or did she move to Rio? Sometimes you confuse me."

She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work. She stormed out of her apartment building tying her long hair into a classic ponytail and wiping off the toast crumbs on her cheeks. Her long-sleeved white shirt was carefully tucked in her stripped skirt. Her purple coat hanging loosely on her leather purse almost fell off when she leaped on the bus. She still had seven minutes that, if there was no traffic would save her from a lecture from the president.

She returned to teasing her boyfriend but then the same number ringed her phone again. ‘Just answer it'. Grayson urged. ‘Okay', she answered, ‘Hello who's—' ‘H...hi Eve... sorry Kathleen. It's me Joana'. She heard Joana's voice over and heaved a sigh of relief. ‘Oh it's you', she rose to her feet and Grayson helped her wrap the towel around her chest and squeezed her left butt cheek playfully before excusing himself, ‘What's up??'. Joana pursed her lips as she looked down at her watch, adjusting her white coat, ‘I know we just found out about each other and I...I know it isn't ideal but I...I was wondering if I could ask you a favor'.

Joane walked around the place but it was so huge that she almost gave up, it was when she saw another pool on the opposite side that she decided to check it out. She watched how still the water was and wished her heart would be the same one day. The blue pool pulled her into deep thoughts as she began to reflect on how her life had been the past weeks and what choices she made. But one thing was clear, she was filled with gratitude. She was glad she could meet new friends and she was glad she had a man as great as Nikolai. ‘I only hope nothing will change once my memory returns.’ "Enjoying the party?" Isabella’s voice cut through the quiet, startling Joane. She turned to see Isabella approac

The Madrigals and de Leons all the same bunch of foolish peopl Seeing Joana stood and spoke to strangers, Susan confirmed that her bet to Jonathan and Raul's rivalry between Sheena was right. Joana resembled an almost fit of the Boldon princess. Proud and domineering. She couldn't doubt Jonathan by making her his wife. Men like him were easily captured by that kind of charm as a hungry pre

The school barbie "Oh no, she groaned and turned to face Jojo, she got another shock of her life "Joana!" She mumbled and saw recognition flare in Joana's eyes also "Look who we have here," she said and stood up, dusting her hands as if removing dirt from them "Wait, do you two know each other?" One of the girls flocking around Joana asked as she stared from Joana to her "Not really, I only happen to witness her marriage to a broke-ass jerk" Joana's tone held mockery and everyone standing there chuckled

I smiled at her and said, “Sometimes, all you need to do is to ask for help. And everything will be good.” She smiled faintly at me. “As expected, you and Vera are different.” I was caught off guard by the things she said. “What do you mean?” Joana looked at the ground and continued, “Not everything you see on the outside is the truth. Sometimes, the purest color is actually the darkest of all.” She lifted her eyes, and I saw something in them. Resentment and anger. But it wasn’t toward me, but rather, toward the person she was talking to before.

she answered and smiled evilly. "I don't like that smile of yours, Joana. What were you planning?" He asked her. She just shrugged her shoulders. "Don't you dare touch her, Joana. I'm warning you," He said venomously. Joanna just rolled her eyes. She was frustrated because even her own mate, Storm Grimm, likes the girl she hates. "Fuck off, Storm!" She angrily said. Joana picked up her clothes and stormed into the bathroom. She looked up and punched the mirror in front of her.