Joy Williams Novels Novels & Stories

--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.

“So, what book are you reading?” “Uh,” she laughed nervously. “It's the Sugar Queen by Sarah Addison Allen. It's a pretty cool book.” “Really? Tell me about it.” “Okay,” she drew her chair closer, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “It's about a woman. Josie, who wakes up to find someone in her closet. Josie is unhappy with her life, and her mother's very demanding. It deals with magical realism in a very beautiful way.” Pride spiked in my chest, coursed through my veins. “You're so brilliant, do you know that?”

Chapter 147 Writer POV Writer POV Joy walks down the stairs the stairs and meet mrs Gomez at the stairs, “Good morning” She greeted coldly. She need no one to tell her that the rat she place on her have gone to rat her out to her, “you went to the city outskirts?” She asked like she still want to confirm what she heard is true. “Is there anything wrong with that? It’s not like there’s a rules that say there’s someone I want to go that I can’t right? Besides why do you have to make her spy on me?” Joy didn’t see any reason she has to do that.

Logan could feel heat rise in his cheeks as he felt himself getting both embarrassed and confused. "I'm getting thinner day by day Logan and it's not even autumn yet," Joy whispered, her blue eyes teary. Logan suddenly felt his own heart drop to his stomach as he saw her hands shamefully covering her protruding ribs. "I have never felt so close to death, what am I going to do? I-I thought that . . . that I was s-strong and that I have accepted my-my fate, but it's scaring me as each day goes by. I-I should feel calmer, but . . . I can't Logan. Life has been kind to me, kinder than what many other people go through . . . I-I have got everything- a loving family, amazing friends and you and I'

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

Joy glanced around Joanna's apartment before cautiously stepping closer and calling her softly. "Joanna." Joanna, engrossed in The Codex of Change, looked up at the sound of her name. "You probably haven't had lunch yet. Come sit and eat with me," she said, setting the book aside and standing up with a warm smile. Joy glanced toward the dining area, where steaming dishes were laid out on the table. Though she wanted to join Joanna for lunch, she thought about her boyfriend, Nathan Cross, waiting outside. Shaking her head, she said, "Thank you, Joanna, but my boyfriend is waiting for me outside. I'll skip lunch."

“Oh, yeah. Sort of. I tripped, Jaime kept me from toppling out the window. That was it.” Joy didn’t say anything. She rinsed the glass Grace had handed her, filling and refilling it with water more times than necessary. “You know,” Joy began, “I won’t make you talk about anything you don’t want to talk about. But, I think I’m astute enough to know when my friend is keeping something from me.” Grace dropped a bowl, and it clattered in the sink. When she didn’t move, Joy fished the bowl out of the sink, set it on the counter, and turned off the water. She placed a hand on her hip, turned toward Grace, and waited.

"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.

It was a wonder she was still standing. Having finished her pancakes, Joy wondered if she should go back to her apartment above Mike’s general store—yes, a real general store, and Joy had fallen in love with it the moment she’d stepped inside it—but there was nothing there. She couldn't unpack; she couldn’t set up her new bookshelves; she couldn’t even cook something. She tapped her nails on the plastic tabletop, thinking. Maybe she could go for a walk? Explore the town? But at the thought, her body groaned. What she really wanted was to go take a nap, but that wasn’t really a great idea, given her bed situation.

I was no longer in Nassau but in Brooklyn, where the sky was covered in clouds, the temperature was lower by twenty degrees, and instead of Jarvis's sweet rainbow drink, I was now sipping Sauvignon Blanc bought in a supermarket downstairs. Joy, my best friend in the entire world, was sitting in a chair in front of me. Her beautiful straight, black hair was tied in a messy bun, but that didn't make her permanent resting-bitch face any less intimidating. Her gently slanted dark chocolate eyes were fixed on me, and the Death Note tee she was wearing served as a subtle reminder of something she often told other people: Joy was not a name but a sarcasm. Yes, Joy Nakamura was not the girl anyone w