Gojo Bald Novels & Stories

It truly made people to be somewhat startled. Being perfectly content by having completed the first business deal, Taka returned to the Suzaku clan in an especially good mood. During the next several days, the cultivation of her Dou Qi and magic was especially satisfactory. Likewise, during this period of self-cultivation, Jesse finally managed to reinstate her health. It was merely that on the day that she’d threatened Taka, the raging blaze had completely burned away all of her hair and her eyebrows. The current head of Jesse was similar to an egg — where, apart from her facial features, she had a bare surface atop her head.

She had to move with a special material that kept her heart stable, for she would also be a weak Omega if not for her wolf, Bambi the executioner. I stood my ground, staring at her hair as it fell right down. There was nothing I could do to stop her from denying such an incessant act of jealousy. I also felt that way whenever other ladies challenged me for him. “What’s happened here?” The ground shook. We exchanged glances, taking our eyes towards the sound of the grumbling noise. Ryu stood there, a roughed-up boar hanging around his neck. He wasn’t putting on clothes, and his broad chest caught my attention. He was dripping, his well-sculpted abs glistening with each movement he made under

"Who are you?" The question only left Ejima turning to the right and satisfaction welled in her stomach when she saw the owner of the voice hiding behind a huge tree. He still wore his hair in a braid and had tied them back to form a ponytail cascade. Even from the distance, Ejima could see the rich brown eyes and the gigantic features. He wasn't wearing those silly cowries, thank the gods, but his looks were...well. Ejima shrugged. "You look beautiful." That was an awkward thing to say and Ejima regretted saying them as the man walked out of his hiding place. Contempt and disdain marked his poise and expression.

Dongfang Yu stared at Jian Jianan with disbelief and tearfully said, “Are you crazy? What’s so great about being bald? Once you go out, people would think you’re a nun from some monastery!” “You’re wrong if you think about it like that. Not a lot of girls have a bald head, and so we’d be pioneers. Believe me, a bald head will be the height of fashion in the future!” “I don’t want that! If someone has to be bald, I would prefer it just be me. Your hair’s in good condition, please don’t cut it…” “What are you saying, we’re best friends. We promised to share our joys and sorrows. Now, you want to shave your head bald to boost the chances of people noticing you, but you don’t want me to join. I’

But, after such a combo, the body regenerates itself, so does the disembodied head that ßenlong and Jeje are burning. “Do you have any idea, Alfi?” Buriko asked. “I sure do,” Alfi said. “Jeje, ßenlong. Stop burning it and pass it to Buriko!” Alfi exclaimed. ßenlong and Jeje then stop burning it. Jeje then pierces it directly with his right arm and throws it to Buriko. Buriko then catches it with his bare hand and grabs it really hard. “What are you up to?” Pelesit asked with a gaze of hatred on his face.

Carvalho asked in surprise, “Master Xanthos, how did you know that the person we’re looking for is a young lad?” Falco laughed and said, “Lord Schulz called and gave me some new information. He said that this young lad should be about twenty-five years old, and he would only be thirty years old at most. He is very powerful, and he is at least stronger than a Jonin amongst the Japanese ninjas. Moreover, he also said that it is very likely that this person is a Japanese-Oskian. Didn’t he tell you all these clues?” Carvalho shook his head and said, “Lord Schulz has not contacted me over these two days.”

Jun teased and Iori rolled her eyes at him, “Just so you know, I have a thing for long black hair and traditional beauty.” “Who doesn’t?” Shou muttered and Jun sent him a glare, “He can be such a balant flirt,” Iori told Shou, “Must be his American origins,” Shou responded “Hey! That’s mean!” “Well, you wouldn’t see a Japanese man so obviously flirting with someone in the middle of the day,” Shou told him, “You’re just too close-minded,” Jun muttered, “Besides, Iori likes it and it keeps the pests away so it’s a win-win for me,”

"He's a siphoner, which means he can't do magic." Oh. So Jun knows. Right then, he wonders what the hell is he still doing there? He seems to be useless as it is. He has so many questions and he still wants answers. For one, what does Joaquin need from him? There was no way he’s standing in front of someone whose existence is ambiguous if it’s just for show. Joaquin purses his lips, and then he nods, "What's your name, witch?" "Hiro Kitagawa," he answers.

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

Y/N moved her face few inches to Gojo face as much as his barrier will let her. “I bet I can make you cum in 15 minutes”a cocky smile on his face. She rolled her eyes. “I’ll make you cum in 10”.He let out a chuckle into the nights air.