Joyce Byers Novels & Stories

Giving her a smile, I marched ahead. My steps slowed as I reached my desk. A tiny woman with fire engine red hair leaned against my desk, eyeing me over her cat’s eye glasses. I recognized her right away. “Mrs. Needermyer, hi.” I smiled and extended my hand. “I wasn’t expecting you.” She twisted her peacock-hued beads and waved me off. “Call me Joy. Mrs. Needermyer is my mother-in-law.” “Okay, Joy.” I motioned for the empty chair beside her. “Have a seat. Do you need anything? Coffee? Tea? Wat—“

The other Species moved fast and managed to catch Moon’s back before he sprawled flat, out cold. Joy scrambled to get off Moon and dropped to her knees beside him, jerking out the protruding dart from his skin to prevent it from causing him more injury before it was shoved deeper when he touched the floor. The Species male frowned at her as he gently lowered the unconscious Moon. “What the hell were you thinking by interfering? You could have been killed. My males rushed out to report what you did when you entered the room and they told me Moon had you. Are you insane?” Joy remembered her shirt gaped open and dropped the dart to grip the edges together to hide her bra. “I’m Dr. Joyce Yards.

I stood frozen by the door to listen. "Those two gold-digging bitches have no clue what they've signed up for," Joyce sneered, her tone laced with mockery. "I'd have given them a heads up if they weren't such wicked creatures. Can't wait for the twins to dump them. They're just this month's flavour. We've seen plenty come and go, even girls from good homes. I plan to play nice so I can be around to hand them tissues when they get used and tossed aside," she continued, eliciting laughter from the room. It wasn't just Joyce and Mary in the office; I suspected some other workers were present.

"Joyce? Yes, I remember her. If Joanna was around her, she would definitely remember her. Her memory is amazing." Yes, Joyce was unique. She was actually a Lycan but liked to hang out with humans and ordinary werewolves. To avoid being noticed, she always suppressed her Lycan side. And She achieved considerable success in the fashion industry and frequently sent me chats with photos showcasing her work. I had purchased clothes from her as gifts for Joanna multiple times, consistently impressed by the quality she provided. My wife was equally delighted with the dresses. An hour and a half later, we parked in front of an exquisite clothing store.

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

Crystal knelt in front of Shawn, looked him in the eyes, and said, “Master Walker, you pursued me in High School, but I rejected you. I was wrong, but now Joyce is doing something worse. She said that you should kneel in front of me, like I’m doing, and lick my shoes. She sees you as a joke, but I see you as an inspiration because you didn’t kill yourself. What do you think about that?” Before Shawn could respond, like an angry bull, Joyce charged. “That’s bullshit!” she roared. When she rushed forward, though, her breasts broke free from her dress and swung back and forth like two wrecking balls. Unfortunately for Joyce, she was too upset to notice her little “Wardrobe Malfunction.”

She never experienced indignity like this before and instantly felt intense respect for Avery. Though shy, Avery had endured a lot from bullies. Joyce was just experiencing it first hand and she was already deranged. Suddenly, there was silence as she heard no more laughter. For a second, the silence seemed like an hour and she wanted to lift her head, calming and telling herself that perhaps, they had gone out of the office and it was just her alone. As such, it would be okay for her to lift her head.

Joyce said, and we did what she asked. Everyone waited outside while Joyce was helping Rose deliver our babies beside me and Aunt Lil. I was holding her hand while she was screaming in pain. "Derek, I am so sorry. I used my powers, and now the babies are coming too early," Rose cried. "No, you don't have to be sorry, Rose; if you didn't use them, then you and the babies would have been hurt," I soothed. "Okay, I see one of the baby's heads," Joyce said

I whisper and Clarissa laughs. "Tell me she's in your pocket." "Not exactly. But she owes me a favor or two. Come on, let's see what Joyce has to say for herself." Joyce is a tall white woman with dark hair, severe-looking, in a simple pant suit that accents her lack of figure. She's like a willow tree incarnate. But she's got a presence, I'll give her that, and the rich love to shake her hand and pretend like they're her best friend, even while giving money to her primary challenger. But Joyce, she's a snake. She'll win reelection if she has to drag every old asshole in the city by the balls to vote.

“She isn’t Liam’s friend anymore.” Joyce raised a brow. “Really?” Then she began to walk toward Norah, like a predator approaching something weak. Most people would have stepped back in fear or lowered their gaze to avoid eye contact. But Norah watched her come calmly, accepting whatever she wanted to do. Joyce paused a few metres away from her. She suddenly felt a hint of discomfort. That wasn’t the reaction she expected. She was used to girls shrinking before her or looking down, acting small. But Norah didn’t… or perhaps she was numb. Even with her heels, Joyce was only a few inches taller. And Norah wasn’t even wearing any. That alone irritated her, because she loved being taller than ot