Joy Joy Land Novels & Stories

It’s accessible by a gate. ‘Like the wall that shifted itself away?’ ‘Something like that.’ It isn’t entirely true, but it will do for now. ‘So where is it?’ ‘I don’t know.’ And her patience seemed to have worn thin. ‘You said you knew how to get there!’ ‘Yes, I do! A gate. There’s supposed to be a gate. I just have to find that gate and I’ll get there!’ Joy closed her eyes—the way she always does when she’s mentally counting to ten. When she opened them, she still looked irritated.

Joy glanced toward the field as well and murmured beside Eden, "I think she's pretty good, actually." Ewan perked up at Joy's comment. "You're into street dancing too?" Eden also turned to look at Joy. Joy blushed faintly and spoke softly, her head lowered, "I'm a fan of Leo Hart's street dancing. He's my idol." "Seriously? Joy, are you serious? How many high schoolers can dance at Leo's level? He's a superstar with multiple hit albums. It takes years for performers like Jasmine to reach his caliber."

"Damn, Miranda. This is gorgeous. I had no idea it was so big." Seeing it through Eason's perspective made it even more spectacular than I'd remembered. It wasn't Dallas, and we didn't have the Ewing mansion, but we had a ranch that had been in the family for generations. The farmhouse was nothing short of Gone With the Wind, and every blade of grass and stalk of hay from here as far as the eye could see belonged to Jack Adams. My daddy's land was the envy of cattle ranchers for miles, and there was a time it had been my paradise. The house and surrounding area seemed untouched, and for that, I was grateful, although, I knew devastation didn't lie too far off.

“Just talking to myself.” Joy was generous enough to invite Shen Chu to dinner today, so she naturally had a purpose. After appearing on the net with Alexia and the reason for it. Most people took a liking to her and started patronizing her, and she also experienced the taste of money, nay, the taste of success. And now she was planning to open a branch, her modeling agency. She had already found the location of the branch. It was an entertainment area with a very good location. It had originally been a barbecue restaurant, but Joy felt that the place was small, so she also bought the place downstairs and was planning to combine them into one.

"You look nice." "She does, doesn't she?" her mother added enthusiastically, but Joy didn't look pleased. She simply turned around, letting her mum zip her dress. Once done, she grasped the jute bag from the corner table and stepped outside. "Have fun you two and tell me whether you liked the food or not!" Joy's face was solemn as she remained quiet. When Logan realized that Joy had no intentions to be her usual cheerful self and bid farewell to her mum, he said, "Of course, thank you Mrs Jones."

"Got it, Let’s do it." Sunshine and Hayden were waiting for her at the exit, as Joy walked out of the array. When Joy came out, the array turned into a small lake with emerald green water. But, for whatever reason, Joy didn’t say anything about what was going on in the array and neither did Sunshine and Hayden. The tower was located on narrow strips of land lying under steep mountains, she was famous for her exquisite architectural art and majestic and beautiful slender posture. "If someone cross the border by mistake, what will happen?" Joy mentioned.

"Riley, you've been asked to join the filming for 'You're My Joy'!" my manager, Monica Jones, cried. Her words pulled me out of my confusion and sorrow. I hurriedly checked the trending topics to see that everything was peaceful on the Internet. There weren't any hurtful words. It looked like… I'd been reborn. I'd traveled three years back in time, and Peyton Grant was still alive.

"Get your ass to work NOW! Find my Della." ..... It was a gorgeous day when Joy stepped off of the plane on the island. The sky was as blue as she had ever seen it before, and a gentle breeze blew the smell of the sea across her face. Joy stood at the open limo door on the tarmac and she took in a deep breath. She breathed in all of the fresh salt air that she could at one time, but it was no use. She still felt that heavy pain in the bottom of her heart. She sighed heavily and got into the car. She daydreamed as the door was shut behind her.

Grassland, a beach, a river several palm trees and the rest of view ahead that made up the horizon. Joyce was always here whenever she wasn't busy running the house. She was either gazing at the view she was now or reading a book or knitting. Sometimes Chelsea wondered if the woman grew up in an European or Asian country. She was so into chores that even while she rested, she was busy. This time around, she was reading.

But I pulled myself together and insisted she indulge as well. "You've all been on your feet for far too long and like I said, food should never be wasted. You all deserve it for your hard work." I went to stand but stopped when I saw 4 chairs come out of nowhere. "So we will all sit, eat, and get to know one another. I'd like to start with you Joy." With her attention on me the others seemed to relax. "Tell me about your family." Her eyes lit up and her lips curved into an unnatural smile. She needs to smile more.