Jojo X Mga Nobela at Kwento

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Big mistake. His expression hardens immediately. “There’s nothing to explain.” “There is.” “There isn’t.” “You just said—” “I said nothing.” The wall is back. Stronger than before. Of course it is. Xavier Blackwood doesn’t make mistakes. Except he just did. And we both know it. Before I can push further, a voice cuts through the air. “Xavier!” We both turn. Joan. Perfect timing. She walks toward us confidently, her long blonde hair swaying with every step. Her eyes immediately land on me—and narrow.

Jo smirked. “What is?” Maddox snuck in behind us. “Seriously! How do you do that?” Jo jumped a mile in the air. She looked at him like she was going to claw his eyes out. “It’s a gift. Watching training?” “Just the sun rise. Didn’t see anything worth looking at down there.” I teased as I looked up at him. Maddox rolled his eyes and walked inside. “I’m showering.” “Need a hand?” Jo yelled and smiled at me.

JoJo whines but freezes just long enough for Alex to breach her ass. “Stretch me out, baby. Fuck into me,” she begs, barely holding still. Alex groans. “Let me just get a little deeper—oh shit!” Everyone moans. JoJo’s stuffed full. Alex is buried deep. Hermes is moaning around my cock. And I’m seeing stars. “Jake! Jake, let me taste you!” JoJo pants, mouth open, eyes begging. I pull out of Hermes’s mouth and she devours me. “I get his cum,” Hermes pouts.

he mumbled under his breath and followed Joxan to the bed, where Jessica was already fast asleep. Plopping down beside him, Oasis chatted away, “Boss, is your arm still hurting? I feel way better now! Honestly, I didn’t think you’d donate blood to my daddy. Thank you! You probably don’t even realize it, but I love you more and more!” With that, Oasis threw himself at Joxan in a sudden hug. Joxan scowled and stretched out a leg to kick him away. “Shut up! Be quiet. You’re so noisy,” he said, annoyed, as if trying to distance himself—but not too hard.

The girls say that she is the walking proof that dynamite comes in small packages. Jolene; the mother figure. Turns out she is actually Joey’s older sister; one year his senior at 18 years old. She is kind, easy going and extremely easy to talk too. She looks a lot like Joey in fact; they share the same unique black eyes, chocolate brown hair and tall physique, it’s almost scary.

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Theo demands, his voice ragged. The world crashes back in. I turn my head to glance over at Theo, who has a sobbing Brooke cradled in his arms. The other recruits on the practice field have circled around us, curious as to what’s going on. Jax jerks his head up, looking over at Theo as I feel his body stiffen. I wince as he lifts his wadded up t-shirt from where he’s pressed it against my wounds, craning his neck to survey the damage. “Pretty sure it’s just soft tissue,” he says, his eyes flickering to mine again before he looks back up at Theo. “It’s already healing.”

However, her words were only audible to herself. At the far back, Roxanne was only glaring in the direction of the watch lady. Her foot was still sore from the weight of the bottle, but she couldn’t tell anyone about it. She probably failed to think of a way to make it seem sexy—having a wine bottle fall on her foot was never sexy. No one would mewl at the pain radiating from such a thing.

“So the boys are stuck there? Hermes too?” Arya asks, staring at the projected image of JoJo on the screen. Josefina—or JoJo, as everyone calls her—is a she-wolf I admittedly know very little about. You’d think that with all the mystical mumbo jumbo in my life from being half-witch, I’d know more about the next greatest oracle of our generation.