Joy Of Books Novels & Stories

She rolled her eyes opening other messages. Johnathan💙 What's up? How are you? Joy💞 I saw your man was nominated for that business awards, Congratulation to him. Thank you How you been? Jasmine💯♥️ Mummy said you should call daddy.. And say Hi to your boyfriend for me. Go and read your book She chuckled at Jasmine. She hated how everyone knew before her and yet there wasn't even a single message from James telling her about it but she was definitely not going to stress about it.

"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.

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

“Please sit down properly, Ms. Madrid. Your time to answer has passed. I made it clear from the start—this was an IQ-style question designed to test observation, not rote knowledge.” Crissy frowned deeply, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and lingering disbelief. She sank lower into her seat, unable to mask her irritation at being outshone. I leaned toward my friend Joy, who sat two rows behind me, and whispered, “I’ll wait for you at the library. It’s still early—I want to get some reading done.” Joy nodded with a small smile. Even with a full schedule, I had always made time for books. In the quiet aisles of the library, surrounded by the scent of aged paper and ink, the world felt cl

My mother guided me through the aisles, her fingers lightly tracing the spines of the books as she shared her favorite stories with me. Each book held a different world within its pages, and as my mother opened them, the scenes came to life before our very eyes. We traveled through time, witnessing historical events, exploring distant lands, and delving into fantastical realms. I was captivated by the richness of the stories, the depth of the characters, and the boundless imagination that leapt off the pages. In this library of dreams, my mother and I shared laughter and tears, exchanging thoughts and ideas, and immersing ourselves in the beauty of storytelling. It was a sanctuary of knowled

The stores pass by in a blur and the silence in the car is comfortable. My legs are bouncing up and down at different speeds and I’m buzzing with excitement. I’m humming to myself and feel like I’ve slammed eight shots of espresso. The only thoughts on my mind are the stacks of books in the back seat. They call to me. I can almost hear them whispering to me, begging me to read them. One of them particularly calls to me. It’s called The Alpha’s Good Girl and do I need to say anymore about it? The title speaks for itself, but the blurb reached into my soul and I need the pain and pleasure I know it will deliver. The sun is setting and I don’t even question it as I reach down and pinch myself.

It was getting dark outside. Joy stood up holding the manuscript her father just gave her in her arm, walking quickly through the coach towards her bedroom where she put the book on her desk. Then she thought of something, rushed to her bag on the coat hanger earlier and pulled out a clay figure. It looked like an ordinary small clay figure except that it would be too authentic. "Baby, I got a gift for you. Look, this is a present I received from Grandpa Gao yesterday. It looks just like me; you have my permission to play with it. "Joy displayed it proudly.

And, surprisingly, it was a mess. "You start in the stacks and make sure you grab any garbage, and bring me any boxes that look like they are out of place," Joy said. "I need to start on the documents. Just try not to read anything, OK?" "Uh, yeah," you said, a little surprised she wasn't trying to succubus you. The job was real. "Sure."

It wasn’t your typical Alpha daughter’s bedroom, as most wouldn’t feel the need to consume themselves with knowledge of the world that didn’t pertain to them, but to me it was useful knowledge as I planned on helping every species of the world, not just the wolves with my powers. Lowering me to my feet, Joffrey steps away from me moving to a stack of books sitting on top of my desk, as he slowly begins to look through them, and I stand there wondering what he now thought of me. Most Alphas would be terrified seeing these books in their Luna’s rooms, just from the fact that they didn’t pertain to our world, but I hoped that Joffrey would feel different about it, since he too wanted to see the

My brain move in a very fast speeding as I begin to think of all I have and all I can give. There is nothing… Wait. There is something. “I got books from Jude. He gave them to me as a gift. They are in the kitchen, beside my sleeping place. There are six of them there. You can have all.” Thank goodness for them. Claire looks at my feet then her eyes travel up to my head and back to my feet, before she burst into an alarmingly loud laughter. Okay, that wasn’t the reaction I had expected. “Books? What on earth am I supposed to do with books?”