Gojo Book Novels & Stories

The book is called JERICHO (For obvious reasons) Follow my In$t@gr@m account of you want to read any of my kindle books or paperbacks : the handle us @authorkyliegopal.

He is shivering by looking at the cover of the book. “What is it Al-” Jeje comes to Alfi and remains silent when he sees the cover of the book. “Alfi, don’t tell me it is the one?” Jeje averts to Alfi, err his head turns to Alfi. His eyes are just drawing. How could I forget the fact that Jeje is a Jailangkung with a Gundam head? “Exactly,” Alfi said in a serious tone. “What is it, guys? Why are you so serious?” Kartika approaches both of them. ”What book is that any-” Kartika who sees the cover of the book directly smacks their heads really hard that they pass out.

For a while, he just stared at me but then shook his head anyway saka mas lalo pang nilakihan ang hakbang nito as he headed to the business section, causing me to half run and half walk just to keep up with him. Goddammit! "Ms. Javier?" "W-What?" I answered with heavy breaths dahil sa kahahabol rito. "Take this." Then he suddenly throw a book that weighs like a bag of rocks to me na taranta ko namang sinalo. "What's this?" Naguguluhang tanong ko rito when he suddenly gave me that gray book. 'Ways to kill competitors' Agad na umarko ang kilay ko when I read those words boldly printed on its cover.

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?”

He lowered her slowly, deliberately, letting her feel the length of his body against hers. Her back arched as she landed on the soft surface, her breasts pressing against his chest. Her nipples, already hard with anticipation, were exquisitely sensitive. Gojo didn't hesitate. He captured one between his teeth, sucking and nipping until she moaned, her body arching further into him.

Humans were open to diseases like crazy anyway. “No worries,” Zhao rasped, his voice rough with emotion. “Just…lost in thought.” He forced a smile, the muscles in his cheeks unfamiliar with the movement. It’s been years remember? “Your hair is so cool!” the boy exclaimed, unfazed by Zhao’s strained demeanor. “Like Gojo! Do you know Gojo? He’s my favorite anime character!” he seemed to peruse Zhao once again and shook his head. “No, I don’t think you are an anime character. Are you a spy?”

"Do you have the secondary textbook for Elemental Science, cutie?" Josie’s breath hitches loudly. A dark, crimson flush surges up her neck, staining her cheeks bright red as her wolf ears twitch violently against her hair. She buries her face in her small hands, her heart hammering so hard against her ribs I can hear the pulse from two feet away. "Oh my god... your voice is so low... you can't just call people that..." I tilt my head, genuinely puzzled by the reaction. I just wanted a textbook. Josie hurriedly shoves a heavy, leather-bound volume across the wooden desk, her fingers trembling slightly against the cover. "H-here! Take it! Just don't look at me like that!"

Jojo's eyes glowed with pride: "Yes, Jane Jiu is my master, so don't ruin my reputation, let alone disgrace my master's reputation." Mary Kinson's fox's eyes are slightly drooping, and the bottom of her eyes is cold : "You have the name of Jane Jiu's apprentice, and even if you are popular here, you still plagiarize, but you don't have the courage to be responsible." Her aura is particularly cold, and speaks quickly, which makes Jojo feel crushed inexplicably. Jojo's eyebrows closed unconsciously, and she said irritably: "You keep saying that I plagiarized, but who did I plagiarize? You give me evidence before talking!"

Azrael said something in Japanese language that no one understood but I knew because Azrael had said it a few times when he was reading me a book. My heart is in your world. It was reference from an old author called Ushio Sakamoto. The book was called ‘Hearts with no bound’. It was about a humanoid male doll whose creator’s dying wish was for the doll to find a purpose to his existence, simply put to find a human that made his core beat and protect that human. He found that emotion with a female human. It was a classic piece that I had Azrael read repeatedly to me because it was romantic but tragic that it made me cry each time.

I tore my fitted white shirt and removed my jogging pants, leaving me with my boxers only. “Kneel, suck me, serve me.”