Jojo Novels Novels & Stories

"JENO! WHY DID YOU FALL YOUR DONATE! DO YOU WANT MOM TO FIRE YOUR CHILD HA??! !" 'Poor Jeno'.

Joen's room was located at the end of a quiet corridor, away from the hustle and bustle and noise of the adult inpatient rooms. Nayla stood for a moment in front of the room door, taking a deep breath before gently opening the door. Inside, little Joen, who was six years old, was lying on the bed with a blanket covering his body. He was busy with an online puzzle game. His bright eyes looked hopeful when he saw his mother enter. “Mama!” Joen exclaimed, greeting her with a big smile, but her cheerful expression soon faded when she saw Nayla's sorrowful face. She glanced behind her and saw only Michael, not Papa Puzzle as she had expected.

In a foreign land. It had been a while since Joanna arrived in Yandere. With her parents' help, she changed her name. Now, she was Nova Horton. She really liked her new name. From that moment on, she was no longer Joanna, the poor girl waiting helplessly for love. She had become the bright, precious star in her parents' eyes. After changing her name, Nova applied to a college nearby. Back then, she studied computer science at Newdunn University, and during her time there, she had won many international awards.

From what I’d seen, Aaron didn’t have to try too hard. “Silver, plain and long,” Mayoko said. “Mine’s red,” Diane chimed in. “From Jay’s sister’s shop.” “What about you, Jane?” Jessica asked. She tried hard every day to bond with the three girls, but Jenny was always the hardest to connect with. Not that anyone found it easy. I smiled to myself. “I don’t know,” Jenny admitted. “What do you mean you don’t know?” I asked, surprised. “Amber gave me my shirt yesterday.”

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

JoJo's POV Four years later... “You're really okay with this?” Aunt Sherry gives me another once over. “Of course, Mom,” I squeeze her stiff shoulders, “I'm social media influencer Jojo Dukes of the KMJ Gone Girls', not psycho stalker Dian Fibarthorn.” “You know we'll call this off the moment you say the word.” Uncle Will chirps from the back of the car. I look back at the Manhattan Mansion and I don't feel any itch.

They all said hi to her. “Can I get you a drink?” Jon asked her “Uh, a tonic water would be great.” “No alcohol?” Joanne asked “I don’t drink.” She replied as she sat down on the couch. “So, how long have you known Jon?” Mike inquired. “I only met him a few days ago, but we have been talking online for a several weeks now.” “So, Jade, Jon tells us that you are new to BDSM scene.” Destiny replied. Jade felt awkward being around these naked women.

Two years later! Jhonia is now 20 years of age. She spent her two years learning how to fight! How to sneak and take photos of other people for blackmailing work of course, for her uncle. It became a part of her, to use evidence as a way to protect and have people do as her uncle says.

Lance and I missed days of manning their shop. Our group was having lunch when Noah nudged Izzie and me. He pointed at a group of girls approaching Lance and Archer who were at the cashier paying for their order. I thought they were from the top Junior class. The girls obviously were chitchatting and flirting with the two. Lance and Archer were just standing there both looking perplexed. I saw Jon just grinning widely at the two, both discomfited with the attention given them. Izzie just shook her head and said drily, "They never learn. I bet they are trying to get the digits of the two. Bet you my last Php 20.00 that they will not get it. Especially from Lance. They should have approached J