Yu Gi Oh Joey Face Novels & Stories

“Come on, you should come to Mommy.” Jordan’s expression shifted. His face twisted in anger, his fists clenching. Then he shouted, loud and clear, “You’re not my mom!” He pointed at me, "She is my Mommy." He was saying while I wanted to cry. Gosh, he is my son and I love him. However, his words hit like a slap, and for a split second, Joey froze. The room became even more silent. The tension in the air was palpable. Joey stood there, looking like she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Her mouth opened, but no words came out.

Erick continued to twist Joey's hand, forcing him onto his knees, before pivoting the guy to face him. "Why not pick on someone your own size, instead of harassing her?" Erick growled. His eyes were dark pools of intensity. Before Joey could utter a word, Erick's fist connected with his face, in a swift, brutal motion, sending a spray of blood from his mouth as he let out a howl of pain, scooting away from Erick. "Who the fuck are you?! Do you even know who I am?" Joey shouted in desperation, his voice a mixture of shock and rage. "My father will have your head for this."

You are fully aware that this girl wouldn’t lose any fight. When she faced me with damn energetic smile. I smile bitterly. “Your done?” but she laugh again. I close my eyes once again. She is making fun of me! “Hey Joeff! Are you really going to face the people with that frowned face?” I open my eyes when she put her phone right in front of my face. It was set into his front camera and…

“You can-have-every girl you-want, Taemin but you can’t lay eyes on what’s-mine. You dared to even touch-her! And that too bust her lip?” The mullet-head groaned in pain, drawing my attention from his hair to his now redesigned face. He had cuts on his eyebrow and his lip was swollen. Sad that he hadn’t been able to do much damage to Jeong Gyu. The guy was basically a monster to me at this point, but I was kind of happy that he was angry for my sake.

As for the last one, Lee Junghyun, he let out a sigh while he stood up, and grabbing on to her hand, he was about to place a soft kiss on it when Yejoon interrupted it with his palm. He placed his palm towards Yugyeom’s lips and slapped on it while glowering at him. Since he was expecting such a reaction from him, the man remained unfazed and let out a chuckle. “Let’s meet again soon, beautiful lady,” he stated. “Hmm,” she responded. After that, she raised her head to look at Ryu Yejoon, and she could see the frown on his face easing after they had left. The only word that came in her mind was that he was adorable, and this caused her to release a chuckle.

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"A real man should be strong. You can't cry over a little bump or scratch!" Joey's face was tear-stained as he looked up at his uncle. With his limited language ability, he could not express his own experience, but he felt wronged and pouted his lips. Suddenly, his mother's hand pinched him again, not too lightly or heavily. Joey's fearful gaze once again turned to Anya. In the face of her mother's warning gaze, he dared not cry anymore or show any reaction. He was afraid of his mother, but he also loved her.

His gaze flicked to Milo, the center of attention, and his brows knitted tighter. “You—” he started. Gianna, unsure how to handle the awkwardness, extended her hand. “Hi, I’m Gianna.” “Of course you are,” Joey breathed, his eyes lighting up as he shook her hand. Then he walked off without even glancing at me, as if he hadn’t just gawked at a supposed stranger for nearly a minute. “Sorry about Joey,” I said, massaging my temple. “No normal humans in La Belle.” Amara huffed. “That’s a normal Tuesday for Gianna. Heads just turn.”

She said gesturing with her hands just to exaggerate. Joey smiled and did a happy little dance. He signaled Serene to bend down and she followed tucking her hair behind her ear. Her eyes widened in astonishment when she felt small hands tilting her face and soft petal-like lips kissing her cheeks. When he retreated, she looked at him with wide eyes while he was affectionately beaming. "Thank you, Pretty. You made Joey happy," he said and ran away. Serene and Sister let out a laugh. He was really notorious and audacious for a 5-year-old.

My tone became more serious and I ditched the friendly nickname "Josie" "JOSEPHINE! GET UP NOW!” I leaned over the tub and cupped her face in my hands as she looked at me. "Joey! Go now! stand up! Come on Joey... Look at me!...' She finally responded after I called her 'Joey' .