Joyce Byers Novels & Stories

She steps closer, and I see the name tag pinned to her suit jacket: Joyce Chen - Executive Assistant. "Do you know where you are right now?" Joyce asks, her voice dripping with condescension. "This is Ace Industries. One of the most powerful companies in the country. And you—" She looks me up and down with obvious disgust. "You look like you just crawled out of a homeless shelter." "I didn't mean to—" "Of course you didn't mean to." She's talking louder now, drawing more attention. "People like you never mean to. You just stumble around, ruining things for people who actually matter."

ALINA We pulled over outside the small apartment where Joyce lived with her father. David stepped out of the car and walked toward the front door. He knocked twice. A few minutes later, the door opened. Joyce stood there in a loose shirt dress, a smile immediately spreading across her face when she saw me. Her eyes slowly traveled over my body, taking their time. “I told you she would show up, Dad!” she announced, pushing the door wider, her smile growing even more smug. “Come in.”

Joyce said and grabbed Kendra’s hand, “Let’s have a competition.” “Let me go.” Kendra threw Joyce’s hand away and warned her in anger, “Don’t challenge my limit.” “What? Do you want to beat me?” Joyce said disdainfully, “Don’t forget who I am. What can you do? Oh, you can ask Lendon to help you. That’s the best you can do.” Obviously, Joyce was humiliating her. Kendra almost lost her temper. But, instead, she took a deep breath and said, “You seem so bored.”

Go Jii was in the house, he was feeling good and his body was energetic for the first time after a lot of year feeling tired, he woke up early in the morning and he got up and then he wore some sport clothes and then he told the maid that he is going out for a quick run, then he went out and started running without any direction, he passed beside a park, he stopped and backed off toward the park he started looking around it then he saw that girl from that day at school he saw her with someone who seemed like another girl then he went into the park and started running there, when he was running he heard someone calling it was the voice of his new neighbor and that neighbor was the daughter an

In one of the windows, Joyce originally only pushed the door open to look at the scenery outside, but he had memorized too many lines and wanted to take a breather, but he was caught by the people below and had a closer look. Her heart was beating so hard she felt like it was going to jump out of her chest. She almost couldn't believe that she could see Lennon's figure here. Was she seeing things? She rubbed her eyes, she did not see wrongly, who else could it be other than Lennon who was standing downstairs and talking to Bryson? God! He came. Joyce was so excited that she didn't know what to do. She even looked forward to see if he was here to visit. However, even if they were scouts, they

As the initial surprise settled in, Daisy found herself enveloped in hugs and laughter, her worries momentarily forgotten in the embrace of friendship and celebration. The room buzzed with chatter and laughter, each moment etching a memory that would stay with Daisy for years to come. Amidst the joyous chaos, she couldn't help but steal glances at the file still clutched in her hand, a stark reminder of the weighty decision looming in the back of her mind. "Happy birthday, Daisy," Christiana said, handing her a small gift with a knowing smile. Opening it, Daisy found a beautifully bound journal, its pages pristine and waiting to be filled with her thoughts and dreams.

I tried to defend Toby. “You’ve caught him cheating twice, how is he a great guy?” She frowned. Joyce was a strict person, she was the type of girl that never settled for less—probably why she ended up with a loving and handsome multi millionaire. She was the IT girl in high school and college. She was super beautiful with honey blonde hair, big blue eyes and a body that could belong to a Victoria secret model. I, on the other hand, had a curly darker blonde hair, bright green eyes but too short and pudgy to be called a model.

Joyce added giddily. She blew some air from her mouth to show her annoyance. Her friend was always like this when she saw good-looking men but not her. She didn't even bother to look who Joyce was talking about. Joyce was always excited to talk about guys she liked but she wasn’t. Besides she wasn’t interested in men. She had to focus on her studies because that was her goal. “This is a great surprise! I hadn’t imagine seeing him here! I know that his family owns hotels and resorts in and outside of the country so I guess the rumors are true after all! He is contemplating on buying this resort." "Who are you talking about?" she asked after a sigh.

Jerry had helped him a lot already and his own pride refused to beg him to not sell the place, especially when Jerry needed the money for his mother's treatments. He looked through the glass-sheathed walls of the small, colourful flower shop and felt sudden warmth spreading through his chest when he saw Joy smiling brightly at Uncle Desmond. She was handing him the usual lilies packed in brown paper. He could feel himself getting embarrassed when he remembered that this wasn't the first time he had stared at her through the glass. For Joy, their first meeting was when he was about to commit suicide at the bridge, but for him, he had seen her way before that.

Grassland, a beach, a river several palm trees and the rest of view ahead that made up the horizon. Joyce was always here whenever she wasn't busy running the house. She was either gazing at the view she was now or reading a book or knitting. Sometimes Chelsea wondered if the woman grew up in an European or Asian country. She was so into chores that even while she rested, she was busy. This time around, she was reading.