Joanna J Books Novels & Stories

In short, he looked impressive and wore clothes that screamed of money. “Hello,” I nodded at Joanna with zero interest. She blushed a little and I could feel her rising interest in me. Her soft sandalwood scent hit my nostrils and I overcame an urge to sneeze. “Hi!” she said, her voice animated with excitement as she shook her hands with me. Joanna was tall and a leggy blond. Her deep green gown was slit till her thigh on the left side. She had her hair open and with her light emerald eyes looked at me like I was the only man existing in her life.

They all got silent soon enough until Joana spoke again. "I don't want to die, guys," She said with her eyes staring deep into the sky. "I want to live long and get married to John with you girls as my bridesmaids, I want to have beautiful kids and get insecure as they grow older. I want to have a successful career as a doctor. Life is precious guys, and I don't want to lose it." "I'm sorry Jo, we will figure something out," Grace said. "There's no time. Friday is just five days away." Joanna replied. "Don't tell me you're hopping on Veronica."

Joanna pouted "Go and get a lover idiot" Mrs Kendall said and walked away looking pissed "Yeah I think you should get a lover" Daniel said walking away with a curved smile on his lips "Animal " Joanna cursed, she turned back and bumped into someone "Are you blind" peace screamed on her face "Hyyyy, I am not blind and am not a multicolored human being like you." Joanna fired back and walked away taking the left exit "Ahhhh " peace groan and took the right exit

Joana found a large blue book one day titled ‘the council of five.’ She didn’t know if it was the right one, but she hoped it would be as she felt her eyes were going to fall out any moment over the countless number of texts she had to read for the past few months before she was able to find this one.

She had been one of the most important people in my childhood and was among the very few people I had still kept contact with when I left my hometown. Joanna was a darling. I remembered wondering as a kid how she always had a smiling face and an ever excited countenance. I had never succeeded in understanding the woman...not ever. To Joanna, everyday was meant to be a ’fun' and she would always do all in her power to make sure there was literally no dull moment in her life. For a woman who had been crippled from birth, Joanna found many ways to live beyond her problems and limitations.

"All this is happening because Sandra is a medical doctor, what about Joanna?" "And what about her? What's her occupation?" "Hmm, Joanna works in a refinery, she was recently made the manager of a refinery branch." "Wow!" Henry screamed with his hands on his head, "That's a huge one man!" I nodded my head, "Sure, it is, but the old hag wouldn't believe it, neither would he listen to me." Henry patted my shoulder, "Don't worry, everything will fall in place." Just then Joanna came outside to meet us with her pajamas, rubbing her eyes and squinting them because outside was very bright.

Thanks for seeing this one through and helping out an aspiring author. This is the first book in the Ganghaven trilogy so that means there are more books to come. Jo's best friends; Sia Stone and Andrea Levi get their own books too. Thank you for sticking around, and I hope you read my other works such as The Lycanthrope Huntress, which is also available exclusively on Goodnovel. Please, please, please, leave a good review. For any feedback, my Facebook username is Ginika Chi. You can tell me how you feel about my books and offer criticism.

As if time moves faster for the world but slower for me. I still think about her. Wonder if she’s okay. Wonder if she ever thinks about me. Joanna’s in L.A. now. Her father placed her in charge of a mini cosmetic brand they own out there. I heard it’s doing well—of course it is. Joanna always had that golden touch. No matter how broken she feels inside, she shows up and gets the job done. That’s one thing I always admired about her.

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

And why did she want me and my baby dead? Joanna must have noticed the confusion on my face because she leaned forward too, her elbows resting on the small table between us. “I’ve worked for the Circle before,” she said. “You know that already. I was deep in that organization for years. Even now, I still keep tabs on them. I know the names of everyone working in the Circle. I know the faces, the voices, their connections.” She paused and looked me in the eye. “This woman,” she said slowly, “She isn’t one of them. I’ve never seen her around the Circle. I’ve never heard her name come up. Trust me, she’s not part of them.”