Novel Joylada นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Lacey's foal is our future?" His eyelids closed, and he exhaled. When he opened them again, the light returned, and honey swirled in the sea of warm brown. "No, Cross Acres is. And your daddy needs to know I can handle whatever he throws at me. I'm playin' for keeps here."

Andres and Eloy looked at each other, then they turned their eyes toward Jerrald simultaneously. "I hope that maid is the right girl this time." "I hope so too," Eloy replied. Both of them wished the best for the man who was still lying weak. Hoping that the girl named Jolicia Floy would be able to make Jerrald, who had been living his life aimlessly, have a clear purpose. ***

Picking up the stringlet she played almost subconsciously while hoping the day would come soon so she could distract herself. Lyra sighed and got up to stoke the fire. She hoped they served a big breakfast because she was starving and went to tell the guard to make sure of it. Quietly Nela snuck out of the room behind her and made her way unseen along the corridors. “Well?” james asked as before she’d even shut the door. “The maid is a bit of a simpleton.” She said as she poured herself a drink. James raised an eyebrow. “He meant about the Fate Girl…” Prince phillip replied.

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

Master Gould replied, “I’m not sure of it either. Vivian had already become like this when I returned from another city. “I tried to look for many doctors in many cities, but none of them could do anything. In the end, I lost all hope and decided to settle down in Skyspring. “One day, someone from Eden Joy approached me. They told me that they knew how to remove the curse, but I had to work for them for two years.” Kayson lifted his eyebrows and asked, “What kind of a place is Eden Joy?” Bob also came from Eden Joy, and he seemed to hold the people there in high regard. Master Gould replied, “I'm not sure what Eden Joy is up to, but Eden Joy likes to enlist powerful figures. “Other than that

Rain fell lightly from all directions like fine sifted flour being shaken from the heavens. This was England, Sussex to be precise, in the middle of summer. Joy, the Zimbabwean care worker, opened the front door and nodded without speaking as she let Lola in. Not for the first time did Lola wonder how a person so dour-looking could be so named. The lack of communication with joyless Joy bothered Lola. Usually others warmed to her, and especially Africans who were always delighted by the mere fact that she knew something about their continent. But then perhaps it was not fair to blame Joy. Working in such a place was bound to squeeze out every last bit of joy from a person.