Joy Rogers Novels & Stories

"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.

Or wіll ѕtау hоmе and wаtсh ѕроrtѕ оn TV. "That's because Roger іѕ a roosterfish. I wоuld bеt thе rооѕtеrfіѕh dоеѕ not knоw thе соlоr оf уоur еуеѕ. Lеt alone thаt уоu аrе wearing a dіffеrеnt eye shadow. Are you ѕtіll a part-time аѕѕіѕtаnt tеасhеr, Nаnсу?" "Yеѕ, but I аm starting full time in thе fаll"

I wobble on my feet, completely exhausted but manage to keep the stray wolf firmly in a chokehold. He lets out a cruel laughter, like his teammates dead around him didn't mean anything. "You fight a losing battle. We have a weapon that can kill an immortal." He throws his head back, letting out a hysterical laugh. "You fight a losing battle, mortals!" Ryker's hand extends into a claw, which he plunges into the man's side. I let go of him, watching the last of the rogues crumble to the floor. "They drive me fucking mad," Ryker mutters, walking away, barking out orders to Ragnar's minions.

A male voice spoke and I frown in confusion. “May I know who is this speaking?” “James. James Russo. I guess it’s not that easy to forget me.” His cocky tone made me roll my eyes. “Ha! You. Great, I thought I could have a night but okay. Call me as you arrive.” I said rolling my eyes. “Okay.” With that he cut the call.

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

Fortunately, when I looked at the door, I noticed that Daniel was secretly watching me, and that calmed my nerves a little. “Look here, boy, I'll get straight to the point,” Mr. Rogers said, his hands in his pocket. “I am Canada's biggest sponsor. I have been investing millions into your team monthly because I've got my eyes on you. I don't know what that mischievous Marshall told you, but you basically belong to me,” he explained with a smug look. My eyes widened. “What?” I took steps backwards. “You mean Canada's hockey team belongs to you. As for me, I belong to no one,” I said, trying my best to keep a straight face.

How bad was this? Ariana knew her friend was strong. God knew she’d survived enough to prove that but she was also the kind of strong that cracked when the world pushed just hard enough. And this was heavy. “It’s about—” The door opened and all heads turned as the room fell into silence. Mr. Rogers stepped in, eyes stormy and jaw clenched. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. The grief over his son’s death had aged him in months, but today, his expression was something else entirely. Rage.

Just a simple leather jacket, hands in his pockets, a sharp familiar grin on his face. It was Ryan Rogers.

ROSE ‘That’s who it was!’ Joy shrieked, jolting closer as the chocolate chip ice cream melted nicely across my tongue. ‘For a moment, I thought it was Ru—.’ Her smile froze like the first witness of a car crash and then she hastily said, ‘Rambo.’ ‘Rambo? As in Stallone?’ I laughed knowingly and knowingly added, ‘Doesn’t he look more like Rum?’ Joy scooped from her bucket of vanilla ice cream and put it in her mouth, refusing to meet my gaze. ‘Anyway the guy’s pretty nice for a celebrity, isn’t he? Virtus Talent’s definitely better than B.A.---. That darn company you worked for the last time.’

HUNT "If you want to be a leader, you can't make stupid decisions and mistakes. Love isn't what makes you a stronger Alpha for the pack, nor does mercy. Toughen up or get out of my pack," my father said, walking around my room. I remembered him killing one of the rogues earlier. The image haunted my mind as he drove his dagger into the rogue's neck and dark blood split from the open wound.