Jojo Horton Novels & Stories

#Dorothy’s POV# Who would’ve thought this is how things would turn out? Like, actually. Me, sitting here in this worn-down motel café, with crusty toast that’s a little too burnt and bitter instant coffee, and across from me? Joel Hernandez. The man who once yelled at me in the middle of a hospital hallway, called me barren, and then ignored me after both our babies died. Now he’s just… sitting here, arms folded, watching me eat like I’m the most fascinating thing in the world.

“Oh mom! How I wish you were here with me…. I am getting married!and…I not excited about it. His name is James Russo…..he is a top notch bachelor. Too arrogant and cold. He and I….we are pole apart in personality. I am like warm sunshine and he is like cold as ice…..he is arrogant! Too arrogant and make me feel like a little girl….” I told as I sit down on mud and touched the grave stone on which the beautiful name of my mother was carved. I was 8 years old back then. She fell from the stairs hitting her head hard. That time she was pregnant with her third baby. That day…both just died like that….. Leo was 12 years old then and was the first to encounter the scene. He screamed crazily and it

ODETTE I placed a daisy on Slash's grave and used the back of my hand to dry the wet which had collected beneath my eyes. Jericho had buried him at home in the garden. A massive rock served as a headstone with Slash's name engraved. Each day without Slash felt incomplete. When he died, he left a gaping hole in our hearts. I knew Jericho took it badly. He would wake up in the mornings, forgetting Slash was no longer around, and call out for him. Sometimes I would catch him retrieving Slash's leash to take him out for a walk only to realize he could no longer do that. The look of anguish which hijacked his face each time made the whole situation so much worse. I hated seeing Jericho in so much

JRT was currently the oldest and most celebrated alumna of the University of Zurich. When Professor Emeritus Jack Russell Todd wanted something, he always got it because he had the most powerful presidents in the world tending to his needs. Seating on his right were his two kids: His son Professor Thomas Russell Todd aka ‘TRT’ and his elder sister Professor Helen Russell Todd famously called ‘HRT’ by the Paparazzi.

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Then I heard her voice. “I am not yours Joseph. Now slowly back your ass away from my man before I put a bullet in your head.” I looked up and saw Lynn standing right behind Joseph with a gun to his head. That’s my girl, I thought to myself, even though I was mad she didn’t listen to me. Joseph slowly dropped his gun and backed up while Lynn made her way around him to me. “Are you okay Jensen?” She asked as she continued to hold the gun at Joseph.

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

The following day, Jhonia woke up at her apartment! She rolled over on her back looking at the ceiling. “Well, yesterday Mr. Knight was rather strange. Happy Valentine's mom and dad, I miss both of you so much. My birthday is one of the worst days for me... To remember almost being molested, to remembering the death of both of you, and then there's my birthday. Do I even deserve to say happy Valentine's to anyone?” Jhonia spoke with her death parents and herself as she reminds them how she was almost molested by her very own cousin, their death, and these horrible things falls on her birthday. She then asked. She was getting ready cover herself when her phone rings.

In the study, Horton stood in front of William, with a cigarette between his fingers. Of course, he did not light it. The old lady was old and couldn't smell the smell of cigarettes. Although Horton was addicted to smoking, he still paid attention to the old lady's health. Horton was the only son of the old lady, and he had been pampered by the old lady since he was a child. Especially after his father's death, the mother and son's hearts had always been attached to the mother and son's heart in the big family of the Sandler Family.