Joanna Lannister Novels & Stories

Lady Joanna promised to shape me into a future Luna, yet I gained nothing. Was she merely using me to cozy up to the Ironwolf? It felt like she volunteered to teach me to make herself look good in his eyes. Then, her voice cut through my mental fog. "Are you with us, Maddie?" Lady Joanna's question snapped me back to reality, sending a chill down my spine. I forced myself to straighten up and reply, pretending to be engaged. "Of course, Lady Joanna." My voice sounded hollow, revealing the boredom and frustration simmering beneath the surface.

Winston had finally come to protect her and speak up for her. "It's okay, Jo," Winston comforted her gently. He had advised Joanna not to attend Selma's birthday banquet, but Joanna insisted as she wanted to make Selma happy. He had told her that his family would not treat her well, but Joanna didn't care. Joanna was willing to do anything as long as it could change the Greer family's perception of her. Joanna was the heiress of one of the Four Great Families in Yerwick. She was the darling of the Lowell family, but in order to marry him, she had suffered too much. Now that Winston saw Joanna kneeling down in front of Millie, how could he bear it?

Joanna saw the three of them coming in and fear rose in her heart, but she still pretended to be calm and squeezed a smile, “Zayn, you are finally here, Gael has kept me here as a prisoner" "I instructed it,” Zayn said. Joanna froze and looked at Bethany who was standing next to him, and suddenly understood, she clenched her fists, "Zayn, you also suspect that I destroyed the clothes?" Zayn kept quiet. "Joanna, admit it!" Bethany looked up at Joanna calmly. She laughed coldly, "That must be a joke, why would I admit something I haven't done, and, the costumes were fine, stop accusing me!"

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.

The police came saying, "Times up." "I will do what I have to do, mother." She left. Joanna got home, made some findings and got informed they are all at a funeral ground, "This is perfect, I am going to end her in their presence and leave, I will revenge you my unknown sister and keep a room in hell for Bella, she is going to be your playmate." She brought out a pocket knife and laughed evilly. Arriving at the funeral, she knew Kyle was talking with his father, so she texted her, and Bella foolishly fell for her so-called plans, running to hug her; she felt the sharp pains, Joanna stabs her.

“JoAnn is my, our mother I guess and my father is Aiden.” In the kitchen JoAnn had set out two plates for me on the island, overflowing with pancakes, bacon, eggs and sausage. “I figured you would be hungry. The first shift is always the hardest.” Her full lips turned up in the slightest smile but her hazel eyes sparkled with mischief. Carrying herself with all the poise and elegance you would expect from a blood born Luna. At 5’ 9” she was one of the tallest she wolves in our pack. Her long light brown hair always put back in a braid exposing her heart shaped face and soft features. When her eyes meet mine I quickly looked away, averting my gaze to the mountain of food and sitting down. “I’

She could vividly remember the torture she passed through in the Red moon pack, it was the kind of torture no one would want to ever experience. Her thoughts suddenly drifted off to him. The one man who had become her nightmare. Her chest heaved with fury upon remembering his denial. She was only an object to bear his heir for him. She had been too naive to think that he had the tiniest bit of feelings for her. That night, Joanna cried herself to sleep as she drifted into her dream. **** "Did you miss me?" He snickered, moving closer to little Joanna who appeared to be in her thirteens.

After being tortured for a long while and at the brink of death is saved by the male lead, Reynold. I walked up to Irina's figure with a wooden plank as she layed on the cold floor, struggling in the dirt as she tried to crawl away from me. "So you think that just because Reynold dotes on you and treats you like his little canary...... you can defy me and get away with it." - I toned down my voice a notch, sounding cold and menacing. Embodying the true essence of the villainess in the movie. Irina embodying the role of the favored woman, whimpered struggling to make a sentence.

I still can't believe Chynna, Is she allowed to lie to her patients? Aggravated, I walk to the couch, flip my laptop open, I click her name, and call unable to stop myself. It rings for a bit, and I begin to doubt her answering, how foolish of me to call her at this hour, she has a child, she's probabaly tir - "Viola." I still, I called, but still shocked. "Are you okay?" She asks, and I smile. She looks beautiful, peaceful even. "Fiona." I say with a gentle smile and an aching heart.

"Okay." Smiling, I poured the cornflakes into the bowl, only to find out that we had already run out of it and my brows laced with disappointment. Looking straight at Joanna, her lips pursed and I could see the tears pooling in her eyes. One thing about my lovely sister right here is that if she wants something, she doesn't stop until she gets it. And Joanna is very fragile. Aside from being a sickle cell anemic patient, she also suffers from asthma attacks. For now, it wasn't that severe so I always made sure to keep her inhaler right in the knitted purse hung around her neck.