Joe Shiesty Meaning 소설 & 이야기

They were alone at that table. "My man!" he hailed Liam, loudly. The dank scent of Brandy hung like a cloud between them. His gold teeth glittered against the lights. "Hey, Joe," Liam said, baring his teeth in a tipsy smile. Joe was a billionaire with the highest competitive spirit Liam had ever seen. He saw everything as an avenue of trying to outrun the other person. "The biggest gun in town," Joe yelled against the loud music. "Man, this party is lit, you dig? Thrown for your wife's birthday, I guess."

“C'mon, man. I was kidding. Loosen up.” “We both know you weren't kidding. But then again, I don't think the kid will be interested. Alliyah said she's shy and reserved. Definitely not your type.” I pressed the elevator button. He likes them wild and bold. “Nah. Definitely not.” Joe scoffed with a disgusted face. “But I still wanna come see Aaliyah. It's been so fucking long.” “Sure. You can come. I bet Aaliyah would be excited to see you too.”

Once the dust had settled, the crowd was shocked to see that the person who had crashed into the chair was none other than Joseph! Meanwhile, Elliot still had a psychopathic grin plastered on his face as he declared, "Is that really the best that the art of Shastia has to offer?" Joseph's expression darkened at that declaration, and there was even a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth. However, Joseph still shouted, "You arrogant bastard! I won't allow you to humiliate the art of Shastia! I'm just a bit tired, so I need to take a break! That wasn't even my full strength!"

“Is this for Reyna again? Is this person her friend? Why would you want to know about her friend when you can ask her?” “Because Reyna doesn’t know about him also. She doesn’t know shit about him, where he lives or comes from…” Joe's lips curled up into a smile as he leaned towards Niko. “So this person is a boy.. impressive..” he said sarcastically making Niko eye him. “What do you mean?” Niko asked with raised brows. “You’re..:just…jealous..” Joe mocked him, standing from the chair and walking towards the door. “You don’t want him to take baby Reyna from you….what a pity..” he mocked, sniffing in before walking out of the office.

“Polite, a gentleman. What are your red flags?” Holding Stacey’s eyes directly, Joe responds with a serious expression. I am arrogant, controlling, cold, very busy with work, and hardly has any time for relationship. Stacey pauses, and stares at Joe with a dumbfounded expression. “Are you trying to run me off?” She quirks both brow at him. She meant her words to be amusing, but Joe doesn’t laugh. “I am being honest,” he states simply. “Right,” Stacey adjusted her body on the seat, looking slightly flustered. She has never encountered anyone like the man across from her, but his oddity makes her want him more. She smiles, her smile coquettish. “I don’t care,” she says.

Like I have already told you Judy dear…’’ he began uncertainly. ‘’Blast what you have already told me; it sickens me if you ask me. The syndicate means nothing to you—absolutely nothing. You have been faithful to it all these years not because you love it but because you are a coward, Joe,’’ she hissed in a disgusted manner. ‘’ The question of cowardice does not come into it, it’s just…,’’ he began to say. ‘’Oh yes, it does. You are a fucking coward Joe.’’

“But everything worked out. Lee is with Ash, and I’m with my Joshy-woshy.” Billy mouthed ‘Joshy-woshy’ to Joe with a clown face, his lips twisting in a very gross imitation of a kiss as he moved his hands around an imaginary girlfriend, which I was sure kept him company during the decades women couldn’t stand his obnoxious God’s-gift-to-women delusions. I bit my lips together to hold back a laugh. I looked around at my family. They were making an effort not to laugh. Josh looked embarrassed and ducked his head behind Jane. He should have been hiding from her right from the start.

he asked somewhat showing confusion on his face. "Oh... don't tell me you have not read all the clauses in that red book that was given to all of us?" "well... " "OK OK let me guess you have read a few pages and then you find it boring and you threw it in the dust bin. Right? " "I think you know me too well." Joe just shrugged his shoulders and moved out of the stadium while I followed him by holding his stomach as he was laughing too hard Tiya's POV

NIKOLAI “Joe Shmoe,” Tyce spat from the driver’s seat. We were back in his car for the fourth—or maybe fifth—time in two days. “His name is Joe Shmoe?” I asked, raising a brow. “Joe. Joe nobody. Joe should-be-fucking-ashes.” Once again, Tyce was knuckling the steering wheel with his foot hitting the gas far too hard. At least the weather conditions had improved, and the roads were freshly plowed. But the tension inside the car may as well have been a storm in itself.

Sal put feelers out about him but came up with very little so far. “Nesu (Godfather)!” Fat Man Joe greeted me. He was a jovial fellow, but do not be fooled by his easy demeanor. He was a sadistic bastard when crossed and also one of my best bosses, handling the prostitutes. He had a fancy establishment in the west, only high-end customers were allowed to touch his girls. He was very protective of them and if any one abused or disrespected them they would have to answer to Joe. You wouldn’t want to answer to Joe. “Joe, good to see you. How’s business?” I asked, smiling at his pudgy face.