Gohan Fanfic Novels & Stories

Go Jii was in the house, he was feeling good and his body was energetic for the first time after a lot of year feeling tired, he woke up early in the morning and he got up and then he wore some sport clothes and then he told the maid that he is going out for a quick run, then he went out and started running without any direction, he passed beside a park, he stopped and backed off toward the park he started looking around it then he saw that girl from that day at school he saw her with someone who seemed like another girl then he went into the park and started running there, when he was running he heard someone calling it was the voice of his new neighbor and that neighbor was the daughter an

*Satvi Pov* I glanced up from my plate of food which is just being played by me and saw that even Rohan is doing the same thing but has a tight grip on his phone. God! All this still feels like a big dream, but I know how I saw him when he said I am a killer, and he needs some revenge and then fell for him slowly. Now I can feel fine and think that I am not crazy falling for literally a kidnapper. My heart must have known him even when my brain forgot him.

“I’m sorry, I just–” “It’s ok,” I said firmly. And I meant it. Gowan becoming like Justin or I was a dramatic last step in Alpha Nael’s plot for dominance of the Apertures. It was extreme, to say the least, and I was troubled that I had no problem believing it.

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

Goon 3 "Haha once boss defeats them we are easily able to still them when they are injured and not their full strength this makes our work a lot easy" Goon 1 "I heard that this batch will be soon sent to be brainwashed and some are even reserved by Dr. Nanba to do some experiment" Goon 3 "Those unlucky pokemons, hey but we at least get our payment so who cares about them hahahaha" Goon 2 "Ya with that money I will be able to take my girlfriend to some nice vacation hehe" Goon 1 "Man I wished I had a girlfriend" Goon 3 "Ha, look at you thinking about having a girlfriend when you can't even satisfy those whores last night"

His sudden outburst of jealousy was quite confusing to him. Meanwhile, Han Jiang was busy in decoding the dream. Earlier, he used to think that his mind was just creating some random stories and casting the people he sees in day-to-day life. But this time, he has never met this character ‘Minister Kim’ in real life, still, he saw him in the dream. This made him rethink everything. He remembered the conversation between ‘Master and Gon’ in Sky Lounge. The story he is seeing these days is awfully similar to their story. Gon was indeed that Princess’s shadow guard, his friend was indeed that Tyrant Jun and he indeed married Princess Song forcefully…

The faith and the confidence the pastor had shatter and he turns to run. Gwanhoya rises from the ground, “I gave you a chance to run but you refused!” she licks her upper lip slowly, stretches her hand forward, draw him back to where she is, “You hurt me, now I hurt you too!” she says looking in his eyes and turns him to look away. With a lot of strength, she dips her hand inside him and removes his spine, giggles and licks the blood. And continues removing the rest of his bones from his body.

At times, she had caught Xing Beiyan staring at her in this way too. Could it be that Mo Han was that guy whom Young Master Nangong had been so crazy about in her previous life? Gu Xi’s gaze began to burn as her fujoshi (TN: a Japanese term for female fans who enjoy media works that feature romantic relationships between men) spirit came alive inside her. Indeed, Mo Han was fair-skinned and looked quite delicate. Although he often tried to appear cold and aloof, he could hardly hide his alluring figure. Furthermore, whenever he was dancing, his movements and figure looked absolutely seductive!

he groaned to himself. The soul of the Gumiho seemed to dominate his body in the inner defense that penetrated the energy of refinement. “I will become a human, in a matter of a few months. So, I have to reach that time. You have to find a way to get me back to where I came from,” Gumiho muttered in her mind. The pain started to slowly stop. Nevan stopped his grimace body position. "Yes you're right! I have to find a way.”