Jojo Siwa Forehead Novels & Stories

Sequel of 'Set Me Free', hope everyone enjoys reading this book as much as they liked the previous one. “What is your name?” A deep voice of a man echoes throughout the poorly lit room. Daniel, who is cuffed to a white medical bed, can barely see anything. Small beads of sweat are pooling on his forehead due to the humidity and hot temperature of the room. His blurry vision keeps on roaming around the trying to find the one he has been looking for forever. Isabelle, the only reason he is holding on, all this pain he is enduring just so that he could see her once he gets out of this place. “What is your name?!” The man now loses his patience and brings up the electrodes his temples and gives him a shock. Daniel screams and throws his legs around and pulls on his wrists hard but it doesn’t work. The man keeps on holding the electrodes to his temples to make him suffer more and more importantly to damage his memories of her. But little did he know the only thing that is keeping Daniel alive is the hope of meeting Isabelle one day. “Do you know her?” The man holds up a photo of Isabelle in front of his face and stops the shocks. “Yes, she is my Isabelle.” A small smile appears on his lips while his eyes close shut.

I lifted my head from Rhys's arms, his strong chest rising and falling against my cheek. Silk sheets tangled around our naked bodies, the air thick with the scent of our passion. After a passionate night with my childhood friend, the Mafia heir, I was jolted awake at three in the morning by the shrill ring of a phone. It was the Don, ordering me to bring Rhys back to the estate for an arranged marriage. I figured it was just another heiress trying to claw her way into the Griffin family, so I kissed his forehead, pressing myself against him and whispering with a low laugh. "Rhys, what's your plan for this boring princess?" He arched an eyebrow, wrapping a lazy arm around my waist. "Baby, make sure you pick out a good tie for me. I need to make a good impression on my future father-in-law." Seeing me freeze, Rhys sat up and shot me a casual glance, his voice laced with indifference. "Maeve, what's with that reaction? We're just having fun." "You didn't actually think you were going to be the next Donna of the Griffin family, did you?"

Her hands had gotten as far as his neck before he'd pulled back, eyes blazing with lust. "I'm going to leave before I forget who you are and take you right here, against this wall." "And who am I?" she'd asked out of curiosity. He'd said "My Princess", kissed her forehead while unwrapping her legs from his waist then left so fast that she hadn't had time to say anything else --------- She's back. After spending two years in London, Alexis is back looking more beautiful than ever. Ray tried to forget her when she was gone but his efforts were all in vain. So now that she's back he'll do everything in his power to make her fall in love with him. There's only one tiny problem. Her boyfriend. Alexis thinks Ray is a nuisance. And a stalker. A hot, sweaty, sexy, stalker. Every time she turns around he's always there, ready to annoy her. She could ignore him. But he isn't the scrawny kid she used to know. He's all grown up now and she can't get over his new look. What to do?

Selena's life changed for the worse when her boyfriend, aunt, and cousin joined together to damage her position among the elite and take away her chance to become the CEO of her father's company. When they succeeded in ripping her world apart, Selena vowed to have her revenge one way or the other.Then she meets an alpha as stubborn as she is and accidentally becomes his mate.Is he the help she needs to get her payback or will he become another pain in her neck?"So what do you plan to do with them?" Gabriel asked."I want them all to pay with their wealth, happiness, and bodies!" Selena answered in tears, but Gabriel understood the hate in her words, and he loved it. Gabriel was a bit worried that the things he had planned for the Adler family may affect Selena's emotions negatively. But since he knew that they were now on the same page, he did not intend to hold back on the punishment that he originally planned for each of them. "Thank you for trusting and telling me. Since you are now my omega, your wish is my command.""Wait, what do you mean?" Gabriel did not answer. He stood up from his seat, approached Selena, and gently kissed her on her forehead before leaving the room.

'Ms. Johnson, your marriage certificate is fake. 'The system shows that the name of Mr. William Clark's spouse is Sophia Lopez, and they have a six-year-old son.' I was holding my daughter, Emmy, at the time. My ears were rang as I recalled the words that escaped the lips of the staff member at the vital records office while passing the piece of marriage certificate, which now had a trashy feel to it, back to me. Suddenly, my phone vibrated, snapping me out of my thoughts. I checked and saw that it was a message from Sophia. 'Heather Johnson, my beloved husband, William, is attending my son's parent-teacher meeting and doesn't have time to help you with your illegitimate daughter's birth certificate application.' I clutched my phone and stared at the text message. Tears blurred my vision, for it made my eyes sting when I saw Sophia calling Emmy illegitimate. I kissed Emmy's forehead and carried her out of the hospital. … When I was on my way home, I called William's archnemesis, the very man he despised with every fiber of his being. "I'm currently single. If your offer still stands, I'll marry you in five days."

At sixteen, Lovely Thunderstorm is told of the promise her father made ten years ago to Alpha Victor of Black Diamonds Pack to marry his son who is rather the younger version of him. Lovely feels hatred the moment her eyes landed on him. But that isn't the only thing she feels for him. Alpha Victor Jr is stubborn, serious and cold hearted. He has dreaded this arrangement since he was ever told of it. His wolf yearns for his mate, yet he refuses to be weak in admitting he loves her. But how long can he hold out when he is married to her? Excerpt: "Love me and I am in your heart, but hate me and I am in your mind." I spoke, unconsciously turning all Shakespeare on him. "So let me get this straight," he gazed down at me, making me feel short. These goddamn tall people around here. "You want to be in my mind." I smack myself in my forehead before looking at his confused handsome face. Well... I was just going to ignore the fact I called him handsome. "I never knew Shakespeare was this crazy." He stated thoughtfully. I could only glare. I really did hate him.

"I can't let you free" The mafia boss whispered harshly. Then he pulled back and I was freezed in my position. However I managed to recover from my paralyzed state and with enough courage I asked. "What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice low as I gulped. My hazel eyes was briefly locked with his ocean blue eyes. "Oh nothing!! but you saw us killing Ashar." Oh so that guy's name was Ashar.. "I didn't see anybody killing anyone." I lied curtly. "Oh really!" His eye brows lifted up. "then who is this?" He pointed towards the laptop which was placed on the coffee table. I took a step forward towards the table and knelt down to get a clear view. And....... Oh my me!!! I was sooo doomed.. My pathetic life.. I wanna cry so loud... Oh god!! Why?? Why me?? It was me in my black dress standing in front of garage and my face was clearly seen in the screen. Sweat trickled down my forehead as I gulped hard while seeing the laptop screen. It was hard to believe but it was me. I was damn screwed up. THE MAFIA'S CAPTURED SLAVE

His heart was about to burst off its ribcage from the amount of continuous consternation he suffered since the drive to the hospital after he receives the catastrophic news about his wife. Ace Taylor the renowned businessman, world-famous pharmaceutical tycoon, and eminent top textile industrialist of the United States dashed through the entrance of Breach Candy hospital. His eyes searching for the reception flurried as drops of sweat settle down on his forehead even on the biting cold night of mid-December. He slaps the desk on tenterhooks unable to form the right words to gain the attention of the middle-aged lady sitting at the entrance. She raises her head to embrace the attention and her eyes were on stalks to receive the striking Aphrodite who only could be anyone's dream watching on big screens and business magazines standing right in front of her. "My wife...Scarlet Taylor..." "Yes sir..yes sir" the receptionist scurried on her speech and looked through her monitor. "Burns case, room number 13, straight from left Dr. Shahnaaz Hussain is treating her. You can speak..." Ace raced in that direction leaving the receptionist hanging on her words. "Scarlet?" His eyes left red with unshed tears as he shook his wife awake. Scarlet opened her eyes and stared at the man standing in front of her dolorous. "Who are you?"

Two years after the accident, my husband Derek can no longer touch me. His love hasn't changed. But his body has. He says he wants me happy. He just never said happy with someone else. Then his two best friends move in to help. Luca is all sharp suits and sharper smirks. He looks at me like I am already his. Eli is quiet, intense, his touch lingering a heartbeat too long. I swore to honor my vows. But Derek keeps pushing us together. A dinner meant for two becomes four. A goodnight kiss on my forehead from him. Last night, Luca caught me alone in the kitchen. His hand on my waist. His whisper against my ear. He asked if I was shaking from fear or want. I did not push him away. Now my husband has proposed the unthinkable. He wants me to share myself with them. He wants to watch. Three men under one roof. One forbidden wife. And I am terrified of how much I want to say yes. Shared by My Husband's Best Friends is a steamy first-person forbidden romance with a why choose ending. No cheating. My husband asked for it.

Our daughter, Luna Woods, developed a high fever. Her body was burning hot. I immediately dialed 911 for help. The dispatcher on the other end kept repeating his questions. He spoke slowly, as if deliberately stalling for time. By the time I finally heard the ambulance siren, Luna was already turning cold in my arms. In less than a year, my wife and I separated. We were consumed by endless grief and blamed for each other. Afterward, I merely existed for the sake of it. I was a hollow shell of a man. Then, one day, I received a wedding invitation from my ex-wife. The moment I played the audio invitation, a chill ran down my spine. The groom’s voice was identical to that of the slow, dawdling dispatcher from that year! I rushed out, utterly distraught, only to be hit by a roaring train. When I opened my eyes again, I heard Luna crying in the next room. Her forehead was burning hot. My wife hurriedly handed me the phone. “Quick, call 911! I’ll get a wet towel.” My hands trembled as I took the phone. When it was answered, I heard a familiar male voice through the receiver. “911, what’s your emergency?”