Fat Gojo Novels & Stories

They about to leave the circle when Fat guy grabbed Zitrey's shoulder making her forcefully face him. “Who said you could leave-”, without finishing his word, the fat Guy cried in agony. “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” Zitrey grabbed the hand holding his shoulder and twist it towards the fat Guy's back. Then she instantly forced him to kneel onto the ground. Making his knees bleed from impact. “You fucking bast--Argh!” not yet completing his cursed, Zitrey kicked his back hard making him kissed the solid ground. The Owl logo guy feels astonished, in just the blink of an eye the fat guy already laid on the ground, looking pitiful. “Wow! So fast. That fat guy was two times bigger compared to big bro, yet he ea

Brian’s image stared back at me, his eyes having this smoldering look in them. He looked all man now, gone was the usual boyish charm I used to see around him. The caption said, “GHANAIAN MILLIONAIRE? BRIAN SMITH HAS MADE IT ON THE FORBES 100 LIST OF YOUNG RICH MALES.” My heart skipped a beat, a I immediately threw the magazine in the trash can near my desk. God, why? I don’t know what the hell that was, but right after I’d gotten my life on track, and could actually say I was happy, I see this.

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

What you don't know can't destroy you. I pressed myself against the wall and listened anyway. "Is everything moving as planned?" Lennon's voice. Public warmth completely absent — what was left was something flat and cold and purposeful. "Smoothly." A male voice, one I didn't recognize. "I'm sending word to the rogues at the border tonight. They'll handle everything. Clean, fast, no trail back to you." "And the omegas?" "Suitable ones. Exactly what was asked for." My hand found the wall.

Fausto choked and struggled against Jamesʼ iron grip. However, he soon noticed his powers were somehow completely suppressed by a strange energy. He could not even muster much strength in his body. The only thing Fausto could do was to kick his feet forcefully to try and break free. Yvelle was taken aback by the sight before her. As one of Lord Goyoʼs most loyal disciples, Fausto was deemed one of the top ten cultivators in Lord Goyoʼs faction. He could even take on the Nine Path Kings and Seven War Saints on his own.

“How?” “Swing your elbow like you’re swinging a reverse punch.” Easy enough. I almost topple over. He swats me aside. Now, his hands are on my sides. They’re warm and comforting and I feel I’m melting a little but for some reason, it just infuriates me. I could hurt him, now. I know it. Really hurt him. I can’t be thinking of this. “Wide stance. Stabilise with your stomach.” He’s close to me, breath on my face. Why is it making me angrier? “Try again.” I’m not sure if it’s the unbridled fury that drives me, but I line up to do some damage. Take a swing. Hit his palm he’s raised defensively. And he flinches a little. It hasn’t done much to placate me at all. I want to hurt him.

My legs don’t give out under me. Akio is on both knees, holding a finger under William’s nose. He quickly looks to Sensei, a little bit of relief in his voice. “Sore wa kare no byōkidesu.” Gojo Sensei nods, his face serious. “What’s going on?” I step forward again. It seems like my legs are too frozen to move at the pace I want them to. “What’s wrong with him?” My voice is rough, panicked. The dagger drops from my hand. “Akio, what the fuck is going on?”

Standing in the dirt with my warriors, going through drills alongside them, reminding everyone still entertaining doubts about Silverpeak's stability exactly who was standing at the front of it. It was also, if I was being honest with myself, a way to avoid sitting in the packhouse with nothing to do but worry about Bella. I heard the voice before I saw the face. "Watch your footing, pup. You shift weight like that in a real fight and you'll be on your back before you blink." Low. Contemptuous. Deliberately loud enough to carry. I turned slowly. Garrett was back. He stood at the edge of the training field, arms crossed, watching a young recruit fumble through a sparring sequence with the exa

There was an intense energy within. Narrowing his eyes slightly, Joaqim shouted, "My technique is a lower ultimate god rank technique, Explosive Fists, and I've trained it to the first stage. Even those from holy grade clans know to respect me! You're just a brat from a third-grade world, yet you speak so arrogantly! It's time for you to experience how big the world is, brat!" Joaqim clenched his fists tightly as he activated his true energy and charged at Fane. His fists contained explosive energy, and the flames were charging at Fane quickly.

With this, Yang Xiao walked toward the yeti that had fallen to the ground, wanting to pick it up from the ground. "Fatty, this guy is a little weird. Maybe he is the bodyguard of this little girl. Kill him quickly in case something unexpected happens!" The lean man whispered. Fatty Bai looked at Yang Xiao unhappily. He sneered and said, "That's what I want. Boy, go to hell!" Swoosh— In an instant, the fat man's right hand condensed into a fist, and like a meteor, it fell violently on the back of Yang Xiao's head.