Gojo Being High Novels & Stories

I forced myself through the crowd, stepping over broken bottles and bodies. The DJ booth was damaged, the music playing in a distorted manner. The Dj himself was dead. I recognized him—a student of ours. My wolf growled, clawing at me to unleash the anger in me. But I reeled him in. “Not now, boy,” I muttered. As seconds passed, I finally got a clearer vision. “Jojo!” I yelled his name the moment I sighted him. He hurried to where I was and assisted me. “You were cut,” jojo said, placing his hand on a deep cut I didn’t notice on my torso. I winced, shifting away from his hand,

- Dessa *tak* and a shadow of a person came to their view all of them are currently in high alert and preparing for the worst case scenario "wait dont attack" a familiar voice this person voice was really familiar "its me Jestino"- Jestino "Jestino!"- Jimboy suddenly his brother jimboy rush to his side "why did you move already your wound is still not healed yet"- Jimboy "it was too scary there and there is also no lights so ive better get back here"- Jestino "come let me sit you at the side"- Jimboy "okay, thankyou by the way I've found paracetamol at the ground earlier before coming here"- Jestino

Someone was clapping, the sound oddly abrupt in the silence of Temple Road. Chad turned his head with difficulty toward the direction of the clapping, surprised to see Jojo approaching. "Wonderful! Truly wonderful! You two fought like while I reap the benefits!" Jojo laughed arrogantly as she walked straight up to Samuel. Chad watched in shock as Jojo took out a bottle of black Evergrow. Looking at Jojo in disbelief, Chad asked, "What are you doing?" Jojo grabbed Samuel's hair, lifted his head, and forced the entire bottle of Evergrow down his throat.

He again covered the stone with his hand. Felix looked up at his best friend's face. “I will definitely be prepared!” Felix firmly embraced once. *** From a different world. From nature that unites the energy of two elements that cannot be combined. One world has a divider between the two elements fire and water. One world quite apart. You can see Go Jo Woo laughing sickly while glancing at the dagger in his hand. His eyes lit up as he flipped through the knife. Sit in a sitting position while relaxing. One leg raised while supporting the hand holding the dagger.

*Third POV* “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

The moment when Mi-cha moved her face close to Mun-hee face, Mun-hee started looking at her face clearly and he said, "Even after this I can now see how much beautiful you are and why I liked you from the first day you came, you're different" He told her that with a smile, Mi-cha kept looking at him, then he started getting closer to her face and moving his head while looking at her lips, Mi-cha didn't move an inch she kept looking at him getting close but then he dropped his head down on her shoulder and he was asleep, she was frozen and she couldn't move she kept looking forward, while they were like that Go Jii was on the corner of the bar and he was looking at Mi-cha and he was shocked a

Yeah, obviously, from the very first moment, I loved being plastered any kind of way to my man. But I was listening, too, because Jigo was a bit drunk and wasn’t like his usual self. Some of what he was saying and the way he was saying them, I was hearing for the first time from him. Evidently, I wasn’t asking the right questions, but my friends were.

She completely losing herself as she keeps indulging in Jjang's cuteness, whilst forgetting her current situation. "Omo! So cute! So cute!"

It's a shame he didn't get to see how he reacted with his heart on his palm. "Aww, come on you killjoy. You don't even have your witchy voodoo powers right now; you can't curse me. I, however," He shows him his fangs, only a short second until his face is back to normal again. Then he winks. "God, fine. But I get the first question." Joaquin takes a sip on his glass, eyes fixated on Hiro as warm blood flows straight down his throat. He gestures for him to go on, waving his hand lightly.

… I mean, I haven’t even gotten off the first time, but I feel like I’m hard again. Submissive Sorahiko is a fucking drug. “My mouth”. He whispers hoarsely. “Alright”. I drop him back to his knees and rest against the back of my seat. “Keep your mouth open, and your eyes closed. Swallow as much as you can for me, okay?… and try not to waste any of it”.