Mojojojo Novels & Stories

Any other woman will do but Jojo is not worthy of such a man. She parked her car and walked up to us. JoJo looked over at Silas who greeted her. She was smiling while winking her eyes at Silas and cat walking round the whole place. She stretched out her hand to Silas who took it "My name is Joan Johnson, my friends calls me JoJo. I'm a model, a brand influencer, a video vexen, a biologist and a pretty lady who goes for what she wants. The last sentence made Silas to laugh out. I was just at one corner watching them. JoJo was flirting around Silas and he knows it but played along.

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

“ Yes I am ” “ What's the secret ” Jojo said and Scott didn't want to tell her the reason for his happiness yet. “ Uh... You'll know soon ” He said. “ Hmm... Guess what ? ” Jojo said excitedly. “ I'm not good at guessing ” “ Just try ” “ Um...You had a good dream cause I did too ” “ Pftt no ” “ I told you I'm not good at guessing ” “ Alright.... Tommorow is my birthday ” Jojo giggled as she jumped up and down on the bed.

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UP. JOY: EXCUSE ME????????? JOY: HOW NAKED. JOY: SCALE OF 1 TO “I NEED AN EXORCISM.” JOY: ARE THEY STILL IN THE SAME ROOM??? JOY: DID YOU SEE ANYTHING THAT REQUIRES THERAPY??? JOY: WERE THEY SWEATY. JOY: IS MOSES SMILING??? JOY: IS SHE PREGNANT NOW??? JOY: I’M COMING OVER.

When the upload finally completed, I rushed to check Adrian’s latest data. My gut dropped. His robot had changed into a spider model exactly like mine. Every parameter matched, down to the last decimal. His upload time? One minute before mine. "Too many humanoid bots in the competition this year," his post read. "I’ve decided to use this spider bot instead. If you guys like it, I’ll even send you model kits…" I swept everything off my desk with a violent crash. "How? Why?!" My eyes burned, my control hanging by a thread.

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

Bozo had suffered the same fate and his men had been too late to save him. "Now I will die a happy man, knowing that I met my mother in the end," Bozo smiled. Blood was trickling out of his eyes, nose, and ears, and seeing him like this made Ejima's heart snap into a thousand pieces. She wished for death, it would be pleasant if she followed her children into the void, into the world where there was no suffering, pain, or death. "Stay with me," Ejima cried, "Kachi, find a healer. Stay with me son."

I closed my eyes to at least get some rest before Joe, our chauffeur, comes around. Few minutes into my naptime, Kate's shriek jerked me awake. "Kate!" I groaned. "What's the problem?" I asked. "Suzy, have a look at this." She pushed her phone forward. I collected it from her. "That looks unbelievable, right?" She crossed her hands across her chest. "What lo -" I trailed off at the graphics that stared right back at me. "What the hell is this?" I gaped. "A dragon!" Kate exclaimed. "In this 21st century! I can't believe this!" She scoffed.

“The rules prevent me from taking more than one soul with me on each monthly flight.” “Oh,” Nya said, not having realized that. Again, she didn’t quite understand what they were getting at. “Well, I suppose you’ll get another one next month.” “I will,” Slate said, “but I still have to have my donation for this month.” “Then… can’t you just go back and see if he’s still there?” she asked. Slate smirked at her. “No, there’s no need. I already have my donation for this month.”