The Joyce New York Novels & Stories

Joy said happily, “Uncle Christian, why don’t you just tell us directly over the phone instead of making all these plans?” Christian hurriedly said, “Joy, I really can’t explain this matter to you in just a few sentences. It just so happens that the two of you are coming to New York, so let’s talk face-to-face instead. I can list down and give you all the information I have then.” “Okay...” Joy was slightly more assured and relieved when she heard this, so she did not ask any more questions and said happily, “See you in New York, Uncle Christian!” “Okay!” Christian said, “Don’t forget to ask your mother to send the flight number to me later.”

He had delayed coming here because of the memories- those sweet, painful images and videos of his past with her that first squeezed his throat savagely until he threw up all his woes and was left with a hollow, yet eerily satisfied feeling. Joy's funeral was not surprisingly a large affair, almost the entire town had come to pay their respects. She was somehow associated to each one of them- every person had a moment of hers to share however insignificant it was. It was kept on first January- a beginning of the blossoming of many flowers in everyone's life. "Logan?" Gemma knocked on the door and Logan focused his attention on her. "Joy told me to give you this." She handed him a white envelo

Looking her up and down, Adam said, “I can see that.” Joy suddenly felt self-conscious: her long, purple hair and bright nails and arm tattoo hadn’t been all that odd in Chicago. But here, she was like a cardinal amongst a bunch of plain, hardy sparrows. Well, not that Adam was even remotely like a sparrow. Joy thought he was more like a hawk: watchful, even cunning. There was something in his eyes that made both her heart pound and the storyteller in her want to know more about him. She’d had a few daydreams about finding some hot country guy out here as she drove the five hundred miles from Chicago, but she certainly hadn’t thought she’d meet one on her first day. “Here you go!” Grace hand

Avery felt that Joyce was the luckiest girl in the world because she was marrying for love. It was the best news she ever heard and was so excited, that she hadn’t even touched her food. Joyce was reluctant to give the details because of the new girl who was sipping milkshakes and typing on her phone. She was also jealous because she used to be the only one who had Avery’s attention.

I tried to defend Toby. “You’ve caught him cheating twice, how is he a great guy?” She frowned. Joyce was a strict person, she was the type of girl that never settled for less—probably why she ended up with a loving and handsome multi millionaire. She was the IT girl in high school and college. She was super beautiful with honey blonde hair, big blue eyes and a body that could belong to a Victoria secret model. I, on the other hand, had a curly darker blonde hair, bright green eyes but too short and pudgy to be called a model.

“It’s okay. I just got this metro card and me and my boyfriend are only going to be in this city for a week. It’s not like I’m going to use it.” “Oh, I’m Joyce by the way.” I said introducing myself. “I’m Ambrose.” “Where are you from?” “Me and my boyfriend are from Mary Heights.” “Mary Heights, uhm where is that?” The place doesn’t even ring a bell. “It’s in the middle of nowhere.” “Hahaha, for real? That sounds like a place I want to live in.” “If you love nature, yes. That’s a place you would want to live in.” Ambrose nodded.

Grassland, a beach, a river several palm trees and the rest of view ahead that made up the horizon. Joyce was always here whenever she wasn't busy running the house. She was either gazing at the view she was now or reading a book or knitting. Sometimes Chelsea wondered if the woman grew up in an European or Asian country. She was so into chores that even while she rested, she was busy. This time around, she was reading.

Raymond’s fists clenched. “Please,” he repeated louder. I slowly crossed my legs. Joyce looked away, ashamed. But I could feel the heat in her heart, slowly burning with my presence… and I loved it. I leaned slightly forward. “That’s better,” I said softly. Raymond stood up immediately, brushing imaginary dust from his trousers. His eyes were filled with rage. But he stayed silent. For the money. For the deal. I looked at Joyce now. “There’s one more step,” I said.

A few days ago, Joyce discovered that Grainne had become Louise's chief designer, in addition, she looked online and found out that Grainne's bonus this quarter was also tens of millions. This made Joyce and Grainne Tian Hao overjoyed, Joyce packed up and hurried to Y city, wanting to find Grainne to ask for money. Although she has yet to ask for money, Joyce has a hunch. She can use Grainne to get more money from the man she met today, so much so that she can help Grainne pay off her debt!

Joyce pov Joyce increased her her pace after getting a stern look from the guards as she made her way through Leo chambers. She leaned against a wall trying to catch her breath. "What on earth have I done?" "What have I gotten my self into?" she kept mummuring to her self, staring into space lost in thought. Just then she heard a phone ringing and her boobs vibrating. "Oh shit" she cussed again struggling to bring out the phone in between her breast.