Joanna Cannon Author Novels & Stories

I WANT TO BE ALONE While Candida's concentration was all on the ongoing movie, the door disclosed and Joanna stepped in She welcomed her with a loud hiss taking her eyes off her "Uh-huh ! Candi, what's wrong with you ? My presence hurts yoh right ? ", Joana referred to her curiously getting her eyes narrowed and face chiseled Candida spared her a glance, " you said so ", was all that escaped her lips The both sat opposite each other without uttering a word for a while... only the sound from the movie could be heard

Step into a world apart from this one and forget her troubles. Joanna took a candle from the table by the door and lit it with a taper from the fireplace. Then she perused the shelves, studying the various titles. Nothing immediately drew her attention, but she continued to look as she moved deeper into the shelves toward the back of the room. If she was being honest with herself, all she could think about was being kissed deliriously by the man who haunted her thoughts now. She touched the spine of a nearby book as if it held the answers she longed for, such as why Brock was back in England now and callously proposing marriage at the worst, least romantic time. Furthermore he didn't love he

Caden and Hayden? He’d been through so much and certainly doesn’t deserve this. Not at the very least. “You don’t belong here.” A soft, whisper-like voice cut through my thoughts. I looked up and froze at the sight of her…. Joanna. Austin’s late wife. She was far more beautiful than the frame could ever capture. “What do you mean?” Her dress was as translucent as mine. Does that make us equal? “You can’t be dead… neither you nor your twins. You’ve got a long life ahead of you.”

Joanna also bought a couple of magazines; Allure, Vogue, and TooChic. Joanna changed into a night shirt that covered everything above her ankles. Before she could settle in, there was a knock on her door. She had a feeling who it was. She walked to the door and opened it. Sure enough, it was Courtney, the new downstairs maid. She was a year younger than Joanna. She had short blonde hair – so short that Joanna considered it a boy’s haircut. Courtney was very slender. A strong wind could knock her down. “Hey, Joanna,” she chirped and walked into Joanna’s room.

Someone like Joanna deserved to be in hell. "If they won't come, will you do it yourself?" Joanna suddenly yanked at Liliana's clothes, dragging her toward the gasoline. "Do you want to light it yourself, or should I help you?" Joanna pulled out a lighter and flicked it on and off in front of Liliana. "You know, in the four years I was locked up, I dreamed every single day of you and Sean being gone. I came up with thousands of ways to make you wish you were never born, and I can't believe I'm actually using them now."

Her friends were about to attack Cassandra, but Joanna blocked them with her arm. "Bitch!" Joanna angrily spat. "Are you referring to yourself?" Cassandra said while smiling and walked past them. The students inside looked at her while she was walking away. Cassandra had just verbally declared war against Joanna Redwood. She quickly went to the women's shower room to wash and change her dirtied and smelly clothes.

So she was a figment of the past? "She's now considered a forgotten soul? But..." I didn't know how to react to this, I felt somewhat sad and my heart felt heavy. 'So, she can't go back anymore?' "Not anymore. Her death wasn't something that I have written purposefully. The book continues on it's own when a hole in the story is created. She was only a cannon fodder that was sent away right before graduation."

It was Friday evening. The wine had been poured and snacks were on platters. The meeting of the Fantasy Fiction Writing Club was now in session. Selena, Joanna, and Beverly were sitting at the kitchen table in Selena’s one bedroom apartment. “Okay, ladies, who wants to go first?” Joanna asked. She worked as a maid at the Hudson Estate outside of New York City. She lived in the servant’s quarters on the estate. However, leaving the estate was the only time Joanna could wear jeans and a T-shirt and let her blonde hair down.

CASSIAN’S POV The day has just begun outside. The sun was a bit bright. We had put everything in place just waiting for the final time to strike. I had to put some papers in order and just while I was sitting on my desk, in my office, Joanna walked into the room. She was elegantly dressed as usual, and her hair was told in bouncy coils down her shoulders. She had the perfect makeup on her face and her blue dress hanging over her body. She had a sweet corporate book that made her so special.

Gunner said, unimpressed. Joanna narrowed her eyes. Perhaps it had been some time since she’d found an enemy she couldn’t intimidate. Mr. Gunner seemed outright bored by her attempts. The man had been in the business for a long time. He’d probably seen it all, including bosses much scarier than Joanna. As the glared at each other, my headache pounded. “Then tell me, Mr. Gunner,” Joanna said. “Have I actually done anything illegal?”