Jojo Writing Novels & Stories

JoJo's POV Make-up ✔️ Camera ✔️ Go live! 🎬 I click the red Go Live button on the I*******m app. Unsurprisingly, I have three thousand views increasing by the second. Dozens of reactions and comments flood my phone and I read a few, Sandrakisme: What are you wearing gurlll💘💘 them lips be smokin' Jainleo&san: Your make-up is super flawless Jojo😭😭😭 We need another facial routine🤧🤧🤧

This also leant to her being moody like a pre-adolescent human. “The first thing I am doing is getting a bath when we get home. I don’t know what it is with the water here, but I feel like I have a layer of something stuck to my skin even after a shower.” Jojo hated feeling dirty in either form and often found either in one of the ponds on the reserve or showering in his den. Either way, he spent a lot of time when and Leo never understood that. “Yeah, well, at least wait until we’ve had time to settle in again. I don’t want to be left alone when I have to deal with pride members. I am not in a storytelling mood.”

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I love the guy, but he’s acting like a brat. I hear the door open and smell JoJo before I even see her. I sit up. “Hey, JoJo.” Her eyes travel over my bare chest. She closes the door behind her and pulls off her top. Confused, I ask, “What are you doing?” “I’m tired of feeling disconnected from my mates. I’m tired of being alone when I’m surrounded by the men I love. I want to feel connected to you.” Her pants come off next. Then her bra. Her panties.

She went back to the body and put her two fingers beside her jaw. "She's still breathing, call 911." Woohooooo! That's the final chapter of Giordana. Honestly, I enjoyed writing this book. This is my very first completed story, and I can't explain how happy I feel. Forgive me for not communicating my readers, I thought Goodnivel didn't require all those. I'm used to it now, so if I write another book here, I'll be sure to communicate constantly ❤ I want to thank God for the strength and ideas, I want to thank my siblings, my friends, my readers, it wouldn't have been possible without you all.

Jojo said in her Korean accent. "Are you sure?" Valerie said staring at her. "I'm one hundred percent sure," Jojo said in her Korean accent. "Okay, but..." Valerie said. "But what?" Jojo asked in her Korean accent. "I don't have red lingerie" Valerie chuckled. "Let's go get it," Jojo said in her Korean accent. "Right now?" Valerie asked. "Yes, it is late you know," Jojo said in her Korean accent again. "You'll drop us at home then go to the mall to get it," Jojo said in her Korean accent.

Stay safe. —Joji

Anna’s Pov I spent three days filling out applications and writing essays about why I wanted to go back to school and gathering my old transcripts that showed I failed everything but at least proved I existed and by Friday I got an acceptance letter in my email that made me cry on my bathroom floor. Monday morning I walked into the club and found Jo in his office drinking whiskey even though it was ten in the morning. "I'm quitting," I said while standing in the doorway. Jo looked up and laughed. "You serious?"

Jojo had a can of orange juice in front of her, since the doctor had warned her about consuming alcohol while pregnant. Deep down, she wished she could drown herself in glasses of champagne, she needed all of it to calm the voices in her head. All the screams that jabbed at her, the invisible fingers that poked her eyes, telling her she would not be able to cope, reminding her of all the times life had turned out to be hell for her. Jojo observed all her friends - including Mel - with slight envy. She wished she could get as wasted as them, throw her head back, and say whatever words slipped out of her tongue.