Joanna Jay Novels & Stories

“At the Crawford family estate, she’s Mrs. Crawford. At the company, she’s the general manager. But to me, she’ll always be Miss Harrison—my employer.” Joanna’s tone turned colder. “And if you keep harassing her, I’ll call security.” Jason nearly laughed from irritation. “You two really are alike. Both cold-faced and impossible to talk to.” Joanna sneered. “Cold-faced? And what was that earlier? ‘Delicate’? ‘Dependent’?” She crossed her arms. “Mr. Cole, maybe spending too many years driving for Mr. Crawford has gone to your head. You really think being close to rich people makes you one of them?”

lips and took the form and returned to the design department. When she passed by Joanna's office, she suddenly heard, "Rest assured, Zayn doesn't know yet. The last time he was just protecting Bethany. My mother was too surprised and believed him." What does Joanna's mother have to do with her? Bethany could not help but stop. Joanna said again, "Yeah, She is just here for the main time and her stay here is a time bomb. Zayn will know the truth sooner or later. I can't keep it from him forever." Bethany's heart skipped a beat on hearing this and dropped what was in her hands. Joanna heard and stood up. ”Who's outside?” Bethany came back to her senses, picked up her things, and into the room

Joanna glared at Millie, pride written across her face. Millie pursed her lips to indicate that she was listening. Joanna looked around. Once she confirmed that no one was listening, she leaned over to whisper into Millie's ear, "The one I want to meet is M, from the M Base!" Millie narrowed her eyes. Oh? Joanna huffed and pushed her hair back. She looked at Millie and asked, "Aren't you stunned to hear his name?" Millie raised her eyebrows. Joanna was still Joanna, a spoiled little princess who was absolutely brainless.

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.”

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."

Altezza replied warmly. Altezza considered Joanna to be a good friend, much like Tessa. However, he also noticed that Joanna was a more assertive figure than Tessa. He could see the immense love the girl had for his wife. From her body language, Altezza could ascertain that she would stand at the forefront to defend Adaline if she ever faced any problems. And upon reflection, it was likely Joanna who suggested Adaline return the borrowed money she used for her mother's surgery.

After twenty minutes of Courtney’s chatter, she finally left, leaving Joanna to cut off the light and fall asleep. **** Joanna dusted the desk in the study. She dropped the feather duster on the carpet. When she reached down to pick it up the bones in her back and legs cracked. “Oh,” she moaned as she stood up straight. She walked slowly to the mirror and looked in it. No longer was her face smooth as a baby’s bottom. Her hair was more white than blonde and her eyes were no longer blue, but a dull gray. Joanna was now sixty-five. She had stayed too long – wasted her life all the while everyone moved on - and out of her life. Joanna walked over to the fireplace mantle and surveyed the picture

" A woman sauntered into the room. She was stunning, dressed in short, tight-fitting shorts that showed off her curves. The way she walked, with her hips swaying hypnotically, could steal the breath of anyone watching from behind. "Oh, Joanna! Nothing major, just in a good mood." The woman was Joanna Yorker, the eldest daughter of the Yorker family, who was a dominant power in Denverville. Jared was clearly no match for her in terms of status. "I'm here to ask about Nerissa. Where's the person I asked for? The deadline was three days ago. You're not usually late like this," Joanna said, her voice laced with impatience.

, I stated flatly. Joanna nodded, her eyes sparkling with approval. "I knew she was a good woman from the day she stepped foot in this palace,. She has done a good job, using Leah to get the information. Very impressive. I couldn’t have been able to come up with such a smart move."

she said, coming to stand directly in front of me. I glanced around her, checking to make sure Joanna was still on the ground. Sharra went on, "I saw you in her mind, you know. Joanna loves you, though she knows the two of you can never be. She believes her life is destined for so much more than becoming your wife and bearing you children. The girl intends to lead France's army against the English. To her death if needs be. She believes that is her divine calling." Sharra brushed a piece of my hair off my face. I shuddered at the chill in her fingers. "But I have greater plans for her."