Joey Meng Novels & Stories

Karen and Tres’s father shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. “Sup, James?” said Joey with a smirk. He punched his shoulder playfully. “Same old, same old. Missed you, bro.” Joey nodded. “Me too. So, you’re Tres?” the boy mistakenly asked Matt. Tres’s brother shook his head. “No, I’m actually cool. Four-eyes there is Tres.” “Shut up!” snapped Tres before turning to Joey. “How’s the tablet?” “Awesome,” the boy said, his eyes gazing far off into some unknown distance. “Thank you, for real.”

She would never say any of that out loud, though, knowing how bad it would make her sound. “Yeah, Joss friended me on F******k,” Joey said. “We said we’d all hang out.” “Joss huh?” Sue asked. “Joss is a girl, right?” Joey shot her a look. “Yes, she’s a girl. Guys and girls can be friends, you know.”

Yuda only glanced at him before turning to face Joey who showed a face without sin. "You know me, right?" Joey grinned at Yuda's question. "Yes, I am Yuda Reid Wiltson, Raisa's boy. From now on, if I see you hurt her, you will know the consequences!" "Eh, Dho, your friend is amnesiac. This is not the school, right?" Said Joey, glancing at Ridho who was standing near the second table from between them. "Starting from today, I go to school here. You can hear that!" Yuda grabbed Joey by the collar, "I like to fight!" he continued, pushing Joey hard.

I paused, “Joey? Do I know him?” She shook her head, “No, he’s a Sophomore. We’re in PE together. I really hadn’t paid much attention to him before this morning but he just came right up to me after our mile run when I was stretching and we got to talking. He used to be on the tennis team here and they had played in Melbourne once so we got talking about Melbourne and tennis, and the great court Melbourne has up by our old school, and he asked if he could meet me there on Sunday morning!”

Luna furrowed her brows and answered the call. On the other end of the call, a relaxed and cheerful man’s voice rang, “Master, it’s me—Joey Charles! I hear that you’re now in Banyan City. I’m going to be a judge in a competition in two days. Do you have time for a meal together?”

He should keep quiet if he doesn't have anything else to add. "Well, what happened to my nephew is my fault," Joey said, his face looking soft and harmless. "If you're holding a grudge, you can do that to me. I'm allergic to mango. Two small ones are enough to put me in the same state he was in."

"Let's not talk about him. What do you think of my office? Any suggestions?" "It's great! I especially love the couches in the lounge area. But it feels like it's missing something." "What's missing?" "Something that's close yet far away," Joey said, crossing her arms and smiling. "I've resigned." Willow was stunned for a moment. After that, her eyes lit up with joy. She asked, "Joey, are you serious?" "Do I look like I'm joking? After this trip, my resignation was approved. Once I finish handing over my work, I can come to help you. How about that, Ms. Jett?"

I look around I couldn't find Greg anywhere. " This way, Luna" Joey said, making everyone make way for me. " Joey, what exactly is going on?" I asked, impatiently. " An impatient dog ends up dying of hunger." He joked. "Even the patient dog hardly sees food, not to talk of the fattest bone." Joey didn't reply to me any longer. I wanted to abuse the power like I used to but decided against it. Joey opened the car door, asking me to enter. " He will take you to were you will find all your answers, I hope you would still keep your head high no matter what you heard"

Joey’s lips trembled faintly, his blood flared hot. He was so short of words… because it couldn’t explain how excited he was to see them again. “You don’t have to be too excited yet… I won't be appearing publicly for the time being. I heard about your suffering and misfortune at the company…” Joey paused, sweat slid down his forehead.

“I get that a lot.” Five minutes later, Joey reappeared, clutching two drinks and visibly sweating through his shirt. He hesitated, then approached *her*. “Hey,” he said, offering her a drink. “Can we… talk?” He sat before she could answer. Gianna and I blinked at him, more curious than surprised. “I know you from years ago,” Joey blurted. Gianna raised a brow. “You do?” “Primo Inferno? I was a bartender. You came in, demanding a drink to forget your Don boyfriend.”