Joyce Byers Novels & Stories

She looked like a little angel in the small pink gown, white leggings, and white dancing shoes. Clarance was mesmerized as she watched them. "Which one of them is yours?" A voice said. Clarance turned and saw a woman coming down the stairs. Clarance pointed in Iris’s direction without specifying. "How about you?" The woman shook her head and said, "None of these are mine. I am the instructor. Ms Joyce." "Oh," clarance looked at her in surprise. "That is nice." "We have new people trooping in here every day," Joyce said. "Your daughter must be one of the new ones."

Around four in the afternoon, Joyce brought a set of documents from Nagel Group to the Royal Entertainment Club. After standing at the door for ten minutes, she bit her lip before finally stepping inside. She was just a woman. However, she was not afraid to discuss contracts with big shots like Huang Tianba. After all, a few days ago, she had almost been raped when she was kidnapped for social reasons, an incident that left a deep trauma in her heart. Therefore, she was a little nervous. If it weren't for Fernando's text message, she might have given up on the idea of working with Mr. Huang. But she was sure Fernando wouldn't hurt her. With that determination, Joyce bit her lip and stepped i

Softly, icily, I replied, "We did have our own child. You killed him with your own hands. Have you forgotten? When you pushed me aside to check on Kayla, your son was doomed never to be born." Without another glance, I gathered Joyce into my arms and walked away. "Sign the divorce papers, Grayson. You will pay the price." At the orphanage gates, Peter stood at a distance, his expression heavy with guilt as his eyes fell on Joyce. I shot him a cold look, shielded my daughter's eyes, and got into the car. At the hospital, examinations confirmed what I already feared: Joyce's premature birth had left her frail. The injuries on her body were superficial, but her heart bore deeper scars. She need

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.

Joyce growls, stepping around me and delivering a swift kick to my side. I yell, absorbing the blow and wincing at the sharp pain that sets my ribs on fire. “Joyce!” I shout out, still clinging to Victor. “You can’t! He needs a doctor! Now!” I yell. “Or he will die!” I hear Joyce’s low laugh and look up at him, somehow still shocked by this man’s cruelty. You’d think I’d have learned by now. I see his intentions on his face before he speaks them aloud. “Precisely my plan, my dear,” Joyce says, leaning down to look me in the eyes. “Now let him go, so that he can die in peace.”

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

Her eyes reddened as she said to her, “You’ve won already. Why do you want to push me to the verge?” “I just want to know. Did someone tell you something after we met in the restroom?” Otherwise, there was no reason for her to make a scene and accuse her. Joyce was indeed a little impulsive, but she was definitely not a fool. Joyce’s eyes flickered a little. Then, she smiled. “It seems like I’m not the only one who hates you… You can handle someone like me, but can you handle someone like her?” As she spoke, she suddenly laughed. “I didn’t expect to find another woman who hates you as much as I do!”

Joyce asked while combing her messy hair using her fingers. "Uhm... no really let's just talk about it tomorrow" "Fuck it Jayler, just spit it out asshole or I'll never listen to it" And suddenly Jayler was astonished that he felt like he never knew his sister at all. Joyce was usually the refined girl but seeming all of that seemed to be just a facade covering a different side of her. Her words were like picked up from the streets. And that's when Jayler had the privilege to finally connect everything. All this time he thought that his sister was this bipolar bitch or some sort of but she was not, she was just acting upon and just like him she was good at it.

But everything was quiet, and the feeling of being watched slowly faded away. She shook her head, chiding herself for being paranoid. It was probably just her nerves getting the best of her. But the unease lingered, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. She turned on lights and cuddled her blanket and slept off. Joyce had always been a hard-working and ambitious person. She had graduated at the top of her class in accounting management and was determined to pursue her career in the business world. She had a small but tight-knit group of friends, three, who had been with her since college, and she cherished their support and encouragement.

Lunch passed by, and we had a meeting with the managers of each boarder patrol, they reported while they were certain nothing, or no one entered our land, they have noticed a few people constantly passing by, and assumed they were the people of the Sea and Moons pack. After the usual "stay vigilant and don't travel on your own" advice, put, they went from my office. Joyce was out for a few hours, spending time with the packs kids, playing with them once I'm a while, or braiding their hairs. Our mind links were open the entire time, and everything she saw, I could imagine it from behind my desk in the office. It was like seeing the world in her eyes. It was a beautiful and optimistic world. S