Jojo Mcdodd Novels & Stories

The other boys had teased the hell out of him about his little mole because she was always at his side and they'd kept calling her Jocie no matter how many times she told them not to because she was going to grow breasts when she got older not balls. How did he know that name? Her eyes sought his which she knew were already staring at her. His eyes held hers, soft and tempting and knowing. The moment was lost soon after as his phone rang out. It's no offence when it's his phone, incase you were wondering. "Yeah, this is Jordan McGrath, any issue with that?" Does he always have to sound angry. Jojo turned back to her work trying hard to tune out his deep baritone as he took his call.

The phone buzzed again, and I answered immediately. “Alright, Alex,” Mason’s voice came through, his tone curious but focused. “What’s going on?” I took a deep breath. “I saw Ricardo Matteo today.” There was a sharp intake of breath from Michael, followed by silence from Mason. “Where?” Michael asked, his voice low and dangerous. “At the mall,” I replied. “He didn’t approach me, he only called my name and when I asked what he wanted, “ he said, just surprising an old friend”. Just stood there, watching. Smiling like he knows something I don’t.”

Since Jojo was a drama queen, and never stop displaying her madness physically, she will meet her match in Melinda who is never afraid of anything or anyone. Jojo walked up to Joe and extend her hand out to him. “I’m Joan Johnson, my friends call me Jojo. I’m Becca’s best friend, a video vixen, a model, dancer and every good thing you can think off… She smiled, exposing her fine set of teeth. Joe returned the smile without much thought. He took her extended hand and shake

Man, I'm more tired than I realized. Coach Dawson, one of the offensive coaches, walks down the aisle and plops down on the seat across from me. "You becoming a family man, Zavaro?" he asks, slapping a newspaper in my hand. My whole body runs ice cold. No pro athlete wants to hear those words come out of their coach's mouth. I snatch the paper out of his hands and unfold it. Next to me, Christian looks over my shoulder. The headline reads Daniel Zavaro Plays Mr. Mom at Walmart. Is The Long-Time Bachelor Trading in His Cleats for Baby Booties?

“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

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

Madison replied. “Ditto!” Crissy responded. “I’m sure you’ll be cheer captain again this year. You’re so good and such a great leader!!” MJ said. “What can I say? Cheer is my life!” Madison shouted. “So, when’s the last time you saw Jared?” Madison asked. “A few weeks ago. He gets home today from football camp.” MJ said. “Maybe he’ll notice you more? You got your braces off. Now if I could only talk you into contacts!” Madison said.

"You don't seem to understand. We thought we lost you. Rewards were put up and around by Jax, Zharn, and their friend Aaron. "Aaron was here? Aaron of the Moonrock pack?" "Yes, Aaron of the Moonrock pack." Sophie groaned. "That isn't even the point. The point is I thought I was never going to see my only sister again. Do you realize how that made me feel? It hurt me so damn much I didn't know what to do. Trying to be positive, the thought of never seeing you again ruined me. Mom couldn't sleep; she barely ate, and dad, for the first time in a long time, burnt food."

I told him. He chuckled softly. "I understand, I do go to school, remember? I'll get you something special after all you are my special person". "Awww". I cooed. "Thats so sweet". He winked at me sweetly before leaving to go get us something to eat. Jeremy McCoy is like the only boy I talk to freely in school, he is my other best friend apart from Bella. The co captain of Madison High football team, He's tall, muscly and gorgeous in a good kind of way.

I crashed heavily onto the hard sheet of ice, my helmet slamming against the boards, my elbows scraping painfully against the rough surface. In that exact same second, the loud, deafening roar of the horn echoed through the entire arena. Maddox had scored. But here I was—flat on my back, gasping for air, writhing in pure agony on the freezing ice. The moment Maddox turned back around from celebrating his goal, his eyes landed straight on my crumpled body. “JASON!” His frantic roar shattered right through the noise of the cheering arena.