Ugly Jojo Characters Novels & Stories

The emphasis on the name made everyone laugh again. "Riley is my big sister and mummy's sister and she wears a bra. I want a bra, mummy." JoJo shook her head a big No causing her to pout. "And then there's uncle Brad who's been on the way here for ages, he has no wife too and no babies!! He's daddy's friend and not mine." She sighed and dropped on the table next to her art. "I only love uncle Malik, now." She sighed. "Come here pumpkin."

I was a good fighter but I couldn't stand against their numbers. And possibly, their skills. Their appearance was intimidating. “Nice to have you here!” The man told me humbly. He gave us a big smile and nodded at Jojo. “Thank you!” I smiled back at me. I was still afraid because of his mystic look but the fact that he was Jojo's uncle made it quite relaxing. Jojo moved forward to have a conversation with his uncle. I listened carefully so I could know if Jojo was still with me or against me.

The door clicked shut behind me. The mirror showed a stranger. My left cheek was puffed and purple, the skin stretched shiny over the swelling. One eye was nearly closed; the other stared back at me with dull recognition. Ugly. That was the word that settled heaviest. Not just bruised—ugly in a way that felt permanent.

"Go get your man!" "Jojo!?"

Hazel P.O.V. I can’t believe I’m sitting across from my little brother, who is not so little anymore. Joel is a handsome young man with his tall lean and muscled frame. His hair is the same dark brown as my own, kept in a shaggy style that soothes him and gives his rough facial features some softness. His eyes are a lighter shade of amber, almost gold, and they pierce right through you when he looks at you. He is tanned from working out outside. I wonder if he has become the big warrior our parents so desperately wanted from him? They wanted me to be a boy - and what a disappointment I was when I came out and wasn’t. Josie was already born and the spoiled princess, so they just needed the wa

Humans were open to diseases like crazy anyway. “No worries,” Zhao rasped, his voice rough with emotion. “Just…lost in thought.” He forced a smile, the muscles in his cheeks unfamiliar with the movement. It’s been years remember? “Your hair is so cool!” the boy exclaimed, unfazed by Zhao’s strained demeanor. “Like Gojo! Do you know Gojo? He’s my favorite anime character!” he seemed to peruse Zhao once again and shook his head. “No, I don’t think you are an anime character. Are you a spy?”

said Matteo " Lulu , Giselle , Monica , Brandon, .. you know the usual drill " said Jojo as he counted off the name with his fingers " Oh , yeah I forgot you Damian , you don't like Rosalie either " " I don't essentially dislike her " snorted Damian " and I will never betray the pack " " But the problem is that there are a lot of people who don't like her , we can't accuse anyone without any evidence " said Troy looking at then with a frown

Finally, as her employee continued to whine in an odd accent, she propped herself up from the chair. “Jojo, have you been watching those Taiwanese dramas again? I told you so many times, don’t try to copy their accent. You’re not doing a good job of it, and then your local ascent sounds off too… Jojo, sweetie, queen, my goddess… I’m begging you, spare me. I’m just a mere mortal, stop poisoning my ears~” “Boss!” The girl called Jojo lost her temper, putting her hands on her hips angrily. Unfortunately, she had a naturally round and chubby face that made it impossible for her to look fierce. She thought she looked terrifying right now, though. “Boss! I’m gonna get mad!”

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

Arc could see through Garner's expression that it was best not to ask who Vangaar was. "Yes, as you can see—flesh and blood," Garner said, intrigued. Jojo humphed. "I hate humans. They disgust me." Behind Arc, Pete whispered, "Who does she think we are?" Eddie nudged him, and Arc caught the exchange. Garner's eyes crinkled. "I guess your...alien friends would agree with you?" Jojo's face scrunched. "They're not aliens, I hate those too, they're squirrels." She huffed. "Didn't your biology teacher teach you anything?"