Novel & Cerita Me Before You Jojo Moyes

Maisie, who had swiftly made her way to the bed, had to stop and ask tentatively, "Mr. Zachary, Madam Joey … May I come in?" Zachary bit back the pain. He glanced at the top of Joey's head, which was the only part of her body not covered by the sheets. There was an inexplicable emotion in his eyes as he said, "Yes, you may come in." Joey revealed herself from under the sheets as if she had been there the whole time. She ran her hand through her messy hair and said with a smile, "Ms. Maisie, hello." She was about to get out of bed, but Maisie quickly stopped her. "Madam Joey, you don't have to come out. I'll bring the tray to you. You just have to finish the yogurt, and I'll take it away."

Sophia’s eyes met mine. To my surprise Chadwick’s there too. I saw Heather’s face, she looks pale and to my surpise she staggered and was about to fall. But Chadwick’s caught her first. Heather fainted.

It dinged open and I stepped out. To my utmost surprise, I came in contact with the daredevil herself, Jojo Lopez. As always, she was dressed as stylish and fashionable as ever. She approached me with a triumphant expression, imprinted on her features. “Oh darling, told you I’d get back at you for taking Liam and my spot in Pink Moda. Now you see, you should have stepped back then,” she surprisingly said. My nose shrunk in disgust and my brows arched. “You’re responsible for this?” I muttered, giving her a death glare. She took two steps back before actually speaking.

Bisila snapped, trying to catch his attention. "Hi," he replied, his voice deep and gruff. "Tell us already, what happened at Bradley's?" urged a blonde man who’d taken a seat nearby. "Has anyone heard about Andrew James Jr.?" a tall, bold man interrupted. "John James's son? The one who went to England ten years ago?" the blonde guy asked, curiosity piqued. "Yeah, he's coming back in two days. And he’s bringing his wife. Supposedly a beautiful musician from England. What was her name again?"

Since Jojo was a drama queen, and never stop displaying her madness physically, she will meet her match in Melinda who is never afraid of anything or anyone. Jojo walked up to Joe and extend her hand out to him. “I’m Joan Johnson, my friends call me Jojo. I’m Becca’s best friend, a video vixen, a model, dancer and every good thing you can think off… She smiled, exposing her fine set of teeth. Joe returned the smile without much thought. He took her extended hand and shake

She exclaimed. Joey walked over to me and gripped my arm, pulling me to her full-length mirror. I let out a little gasp as I watched myself in the mirror. I was mesmerized by my beauty. If Joey had not been standing behind my back, I would have denied that I'm me. My deep blue eyes shone brightly, I never realized how pretty they were before. My hair was packed in a bun, as usual. Joey told me to let it down but I refused, I prefer packing my hair. Nevertheless, I still look pretty.

“How did you find me?” Castiel looked nervously at the very short girl still in front of him with furious eyes, her face was red, and she was panting, because it looked like she ran a marathon. His black clothes, highlighting his extremely white skin, were wrinkled, and had a little blood staining the shirt on the left shoulder.

Jojo's heart trembled slightly, and she was obviously amazed by Mary Kinson's appearance, with only her face reflected in her eyes. No one spoke, Mary Kinson suddenly stood up and turned to leave the party. Jojo's eyes disappeared with her figure, and the whole person was absent. Who is she? She was born so beautifully!

Jojo said pouting her lips. “ Oh really.... he did told me a lot about you before we arrived home that night ” Scott said with a chuckle. “ Hey don't say that Jojo you're still my favorite ” Chris chimed in. “ Ouch...” Maya said and she touched her chest as though she was hurt “ I could give him back to if you want... ” “ No... You both have fun together I'll be with Scott ” Jojo said and they both laughed. “ Scott... ” She called.

All the battles she has conquered alone and all the pain she had to endure. "Jo Jo, little Joey, my little Joe artist!" A female voice beamed from a distance. Josephine turned her head and an smiled when she saw Ari approaching her. She's wearing baggy jeans, heals and a casual black and white button up shirt as her short dark hair dances around her face with each step she took.