Dojo Stories Novels & Stories

Questioning him with intriguing feeling, curious about what has happened to him and am I just worrying over nothing? “I’m sorry, Lily. I just do have a lot of works and stuffs to do,” Doom apologized. I crossed my arms. “You won’t explain what happened to you? I was worried! Or I was just worried for nothing?” “You've already know that I am no human and I do a lot of inhumane work.” He looked away. I tried to compose myself. Why am I losing my cool over such a thing? Come on, Lily! Keep it up!

‘’if Niru is here, he can explain it to me without any trouble…I wish he’s here. DEOS XX-END

David finally piped in, fighting back his laugh. Tanner shrugged and mixed his beer with a shot of whiskey. "We all can't commit to eating the same shit every day like you David" he mocked, chugging down his mixture. "Herpes is a real thing man" David laughed along. "Shames on you cus I have my dick sterilized every Mondays and Saturday's" "The fuck!" Luke barked out a laugh, almost spitting out his drink. "You're fucking insane" David laughed, so hard that his ribs hurt, and when they finally settled down from their laugher, his phone buzzed.

**Larry's mansion, south korean** "Now you look good" Jasmine said immediately she sighted sandra "I've always look good" Sandra said putting on a headphone Jasmine smiled at her friends cocky behaviour before putting on the her own headphone. Sandra's house have been the place they practice because sandra owned a studio ******* *Desmond mansion* Micheal slump on the couch heavily when he was done cleaning the mess Desmond created in the living room He was so tired that he thought he had exhuasted all his powers. He actually used his power to create better glasses which wouldn't break even if Lord STONE scream his lungs out– hehehehe, he laughed at his own silly joke

I was standing in my doorway, holding a contract that said I was his, and the man who’d been following me for two weeks was waiting for me to sign it. I didn’t say anything. I just stood there, the paper cold in my hands, and I thought about the woman in the documentary, the one who’d packed her bag and run. She’d been smart. She’d been fast. I was neither. I was just a girl with a dead father, a failing career, a sister who needed me, and forty‑two thousand dollars I would never have. I looked at the contract again. Doll. And I knew, in that moment, that I was going to sign it.