Jojo Story Novels & Stories

Please note the sarcasm. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Joy's POV

“How was Jojo killed? Did you watch them do it?” Tears flowed down my cheeks. “My maid betrayed me. Her name is Kayla and when I got out of the tunnel with Jojo, she was the only one left and she had a sword. Jojo used to like her but when he blocked her from accessing me, she put a sword through him!” I gasped. “It was so deep and I could tell what would happen finally. She didn't stop there as she sent two men after me. I had to kill those men before I was free!”

Jo’burg was where we all wanted to be. I looked out at the busy streets, smiling at the sight of many cars and fast food restaurants, the sight of office buildings, well-known name companies, and the street lights unlike any other. We passed Chinatown and I looked at the big mall until it got very small and I couldn't see it and all of a sudden the car was slowing down. I looked around before I set my eyes on the sight of a restaurant. "Wh..." I looked at the name, L'Italia viene a Jozi, "what does that mean?" I asked Jabu but he didn't answer me, instead he just unlocked the doors and mumbled "get out".

I opened the laptop to continue the pending work that required my attention. [Knock! Knock!!Knock!!] "Come in", I muttered The doorknob turned, and Jojo walked in holding a tray of dessert cakes and orange juice in her hand as she approached me with a warm smile gracing her lips. Jojo is the oldest maid in the mansion.

Layla POV It’s finally the weekend, and I can’t wait but to relax. I am wearing my most comfortable yoga pants with an oversized t-shirt that hits me almost on my knees. I am lazily lying down on the couch watching tv when Jo comes out of her room with tears in her eyes. “That bastard,” she curses, sitting on the end of the couch, moving my feet and resting them on her legs. I raise an eyebrow, looking at her, and she takes a deep breath, cleaning her tears with the back of her sleeve.

It must have been over an hour, but I half jumped from my seat when I heard footsteps approach me from the stairs. I turned in the direction of the sound, only to find Jojo staring at me. She had an oversized pair of army green pyjamas on, and her hair had been wrapped in a messy bun above her head. It didn't take two looks at her for me to know that she had a lot on her mind. And to also know that she...she did not want to be here, with me. She cleared her throat repeatedly before she spoke. "This place..." She started. But I wasn't sure I wanted to put myself through the hurt of hearing what she really wanted to say. So, I cut in.

Michael still sits on his chair, looking at them with scrunched up eyebrows. Things happens after that is so dramatic. His Mom barges towards me and hugs me again tightly, like she'll never give me to anyone else. And then she pulls away sobbing and cups my face, kissing me repeatedly on my forehead muttering ' You are alive'. His Dad is watching with an open mouth in shock. " Joshua, our Son. He is alive ! ", she cries, turning to him.

Bright and early the next day, I showed up at the office as usual. I ignored the whispers and stares, and made a beeline for my desk to start clearing it out. That was when Lily waltzed over, oozing fake sympathy. "Janice, can't you take a joke? "Come on, it was just a little toilet cleaning. Why'd you have to go and tell Mr. Hoffman you're quitting? No need to blow things out of proportion. "Look, I'll even dip into my own wallet and toss you a little extra cash to make up for it.