Junko Novels & Stories

I've never betrayed my family. "It's not what you think, Vincenzo," I tell him before a loud crack makes us turn our heads to the side. Santo has dropped his glass, and the object has shattered on the floor. He starts laughing again and doesn't look at me. He leans back comfortably on the sofa and pulls out a cigar, lighting it before taking a deep puff. "Tell me, Vincenzo. How much do you pay for exclusivity with Didi?" he asks.

Winnie I was pacing back and forth, clenching my jaw harder and curling my fingers into fists. I was stupid, fucking stupid. What was I going to do with this baby? I stopped in front of the mirror and examined myself. Raising my hand I touched my flat tummy. “What am I gonna do with you?” I flinched, remembering my miscarriage. “I just can’t bring you into this nasty world even if I want to. It will be an injustice if I give you birth and am unable to fulfil all your wishes. I know I’ll be a cruel mother, baby but I'm helpless.”

"Thanks for bringing me here. I love this place." "Yeah, I know. Remember that guy you dated in high school? What was that old boy's name? Oh yeah... Vinny." Marc laughed as Kari rolled her eyes. "Wasn’t he Geno's nephew or something?" "He was my godson. Horrible boy. He's in jail now for stealing a bunch of liquor from old man Whistler’s." Geno's voice bellowed behind Kari as she chuckled. "You guys wanna try my new raviolis? Stuffed them a few minutes ago with goodness and a-love."

-*- Juno Cade Fugo Next is Juno an 8 years old boy, and now on Grade 3 Level, of all the children of kino and xiana only juno is different because he still has a Filipino look. But it looks like kino, so they named it Juno. It has brown hair and brown eyes! And xiana suspects it because she said she conceived JV the half KorAm and when she was pregnant with juno she was a die hard fan of boy group that is Lexin's idol Taehyung and that's unexpected because she is not interested in such things and only she feels that while carrying juno, jv laughs at that because he says it's impossible but that's it. Juno was a typical look of a Korean boy. -*-

Eren raises a cunning brow, smirking. "What? No!" I burst out defensively. "Why would I be jealous?" I feel my cheeks heating up. Ludmilla is a blonde with a cleavage and I'm brunette with parted boobs. She has amazing blue eyes and I have the cliché Hazel eyes. She is sexy and I'm simple. There is nothing to be jealous for sure. "Ask yourself that question." Eren winks confidently. "Guys, guys!" Toni interrupts us. "If you are done flirting, can you let me pass?" Eren and I then realise that we have been disputing in front of the door, blocking the exit.

He recognised the lad. “He is the one! Come over here, brothers! Murai!” Jonah cried excitedly, running in quick steps to meet Murai. “Murai, is that you? I am Jonah, your brother.” He needed to be sure. “Yes, it’s me,” Murai said. Jonah exploded, “Murai! Murai! The son of Hugadah. Let us praise Zoe. Murai will conquer our enemies someday. Great Murai!” Jonah smiled and hugged him.

I'm going to black the fuck out¡­ No, this is not happening. I am not getting dumped by a guy that lives in boarded up buildings! No I am not going to have to raise this baby alone like my Momma had to raise me¡­ "Juicy?! Are you there? Hello?" "Yeah." "Did you hear that I'm not going to be home because I'm in treatment for my seizures and tics ¨CWAH WAH WAH WAH- seventy-two hour hold, psychiatric evaluation ¨C WAH WAH WAH WAH ¨C Juicy?"

Is Rosarie Darling my type? No! Is she from some wealthy family? Fuck no! Is she the kind of woman I usually fuck? Hell no. Too mouthy. Too stubborn. Too fucking dangerous. But that brunette hair? That body? My eyes don’t seem to give a fuck about my preferences. Is she sweet or a darling as her surname suggests? No fucking chance! Is she soft-spoken and well-behaved? Hell fucking no! Is she the kind of woman who knows when to shut her mouth? Not when it comes to pissing me the fuck off! Is she quiet? That smart mouth doesn’t take a hint, no. Is she obedient? Fuck that. She’d probably argue with a loaded gun pointed at her head.

I say as I race to catch up to Brooke. “Bye, Mom! We’ll be back soon!” Cyrene says. “Don’t go too far, Iniko. You’re getting close to your first shift,” she calls out. “We’re just going to the mountain,” I call back. “Go, Kiko, go!” Cyrene says, encouraging me to catch up to Brooke. I love that Cyrene is nine years old and still calls me Kiko. She’s the only one who does. It’s just like she still calls Cal Calgon. No one cares to correct her because she’s Cyrene.

“Hello! I’m Neo. I compose EDM and I like computer games too. I’m (almost) unbeatable on StarCraft. Even though I’m not the maknae, I’m the one who cooks a big pan of kimchi-bokkeum for the group’s secret late-night snacks.” “Hi, guys! Jared’s the name and rapping is my game. I’m a fitness geek, as you can tell from my figure. And just for the record, I’ve never taken part in any unhealthy midnight snack session. I’m actually the dietician of the group.” “Don’t believe him,” Neo says. “He’s the ringleader.” Laughter ripples through the studio audience. “So,” the host says, “DMG. Not DMZ. What does it mean?”