Novel Joylada Novels & Stories

he wondered out loud. “It wouldn’t really be a surprise if it was,” I muttered. “She doesn’t have that much power,” Obsidian said. “Money is all she had to offer and that’s not something they would have wanted.” I frowned at him. He was underestimating her. Joy always got what she wanted, no matter how dirty she had to be to get it. How had she known where we were if the guys claimed nobody knew of Darial’s house? My eyes dropped to our joined hands resting on my lap. Ezra’s thumb was moving back and forth across my wrist. We were all together again and Joy was dead. We didn’t have to look over our shoulders anymore. I knew there would always be a chance of danger.

Pain flashed over her face again, although she tried not to let it show. Jack seemed to have missed it. I, on the other hand, noticed every cringe, twinge, ache, and hidden emotion. I'd never fancied myself as an observant man, and I'd never seen myself as oblivious the way Jack appeared. Somehow, I believed myself to be in between, but when it came to Sarah Adams, suddenly I was acutely aware of every emotion, feeling, and sensation that passed through her body and mind.

She asks immediately when we reach the quieter place. " I'm Jada Costa. I heard that you and Jacob were so close before he died. Did he leave you anything behind?" I ask getting to the point. "Something like what?" She asks but I have seen a flicker of emotion pass through her eyes. Her eyes are just like Jayden's but duller. Her hair seems unruly from all the pins placed on different places. She seems 5"5 tall making her slightly shorter than me. "A chain, anything electronic. A car. You know those." I say and she seems deep in thought. As she touches her blue headphones around her neck. So he got her those.

I was no longer in Nassau but in Brooklyn, where the sky was covered in clouds, the temperature was lower by twenty degrees, and instead of Jarvis's sweet rainbow drink, I was now sipping Sauvignon Blanc bought in a supermarket downstairs. Joy, my best friend in the entire world, was sitting in a chair in front of me. Her beautiful straight, black hair was tied in a messy bun, but that didn't make her permanent resting-bitch face any less intimidating. Her gently slanted dark chocolate eyes were fixed on me, and the Death Note tee she was wearing served as a subtle reminder of something she often told other people: Joy was not a name but a sarcasm. Yes, Joy Nakamura was not the girl anyone w

~~~~~ -ANNA- Grocery shopping with Jynx is far more entertaining than I expected. She of course, has her own cart full of enough alcohol to fill a bar at a nightclub, while I grabbed odds and ends, household necessities, stuff to make meals and of course, loads of snacks...fruits, veggies, and lots of processed junk that will no doubt go straight to my butt, but whatevs.

She smiled, thinking of how he’d made things up to her just this morning. “What are you smiling about?” Joy looked at her in the mirror, where she was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. Unsurprisingly, she wore a dress that wasn’t remotely traditional: instead of white, she wore a creamy pink gown with flowers trailing down the back, like a waterfall of petals. It brought out the peachy creaminess of her skin, and Kat rather thought she looked like a queen wearing it. She didn’t wear any jewelry except the engagement ring on her finger, which would soon have a wedding band added to it. “I’m just so happy to finally see you and Adam get married and stop living in sin,” Kat quipped.

It didn't burn with a cold, clinical light; it was warm, humid, and smelled of the Atlantic salt and the suya spices wafting from the street vendors below. Jade sat on the balcony of their new home—a place that didn't have a Vance crest on the gate or a laboratory in the basement. She watched the palm trees sway in the breeze, her fingers tracing the rim of a coffee mug. For the first time in a decade, her mind was quiet. The "neural hum" was gone, replaced by the mundane, beautiful sounds of a Saturday morning. "Mama! Look!" Jade turned as Leo came sprinting onto the balcony, his small face flushed with excitement. In his hands, he held a drawing—a messy, colorful depiction of a bird with b

" Arrrgh ,this male lead is so annoying ,I really feel like slapping him " Jade exclaimed angrily. She was currently reading the most popular novel which had been recently released with the title 'A Taste of love' it was an high school love story . What Jade hated about the story was the annoying male lead and the Villianess who had the same name as her but was dumb as fûck. " Just shut the fûck up and let me sleep" her roommate and best friend, Tiana screamed at her. They lived together outside their school's campus, they both were in their second year in University .

I allowed the person standing outside to come inside. And in a short while one of the maids who is taking care of me at this time. She came and stood. Her name was Joy. She just joined here a month ago. She was a married woman. She had a 6-month-old baby girl. She herself told me all this and I also talk to her in my spare time. So I know most things about her. "Joy, Do you have some work with me?? I asked her in a gentle voice but she still hesitates. So, I tried to ask her again.

Adam looked at her like she hung the moon in the sky and caused the earth to rotate on its axis, and if Jaime weren’t so uncomfortable watching them, he’d be jealous. “Oh, Jaime, there you are.” Adam didn’t let go of Joy, but she turned to Jaime as well. “Do you have the menu ready?” Jaime watched as Adam stroked Joy’s bare arm. He was happy for his friend—he really was. Adam had been so lost after the death of his wife Carolyn that when Joy had entered the picture, everyone had been thankful. Until Adam had screwed things up, but they’d managed to find their happy ending. Jaime placed the menus on Adam’s desk. “Joy, it’s nice to see you. Any new stories brewing that will piss off your fianc