Gojo Death Stare Novels & Stories

He tried to lighten the mood but failed miserably as she just stared at him confused. “I don’t have a choice at all really do I.” “Not really. Although you were willing to commit career suicide just a moment ago. I didn’t think you would actually go that far.” “That over a life imprisoned with you? Yes, I would go that far ten times out of ten.” She was blunt and not happy with the turn of events. “So what now?” “Well assuming you decide to go through with the marriage contract-” “You mean the Death Contract.” “Excuse me?” He was confused.

Sergeant directly asked me when we're already back inside the mausoleum. "I just accidentally touched it when I tried to wake up my mom. And I wasn't in my right mind that time," I paused to speak. My chest tightened again when I remembered that scene. I took a deep breath before I speak again. "All I think was to pulled and removed the knife in my mother's body." The Sergeant nodded before speaking again. "One last question, Miss Agustin. We all knew that you were blind since young but how did it happen that you can see now and your eyes were healed right after your parents death?"

the chase continued until Kojiro hit a dead end and Joe caught up with him. "There's no where to run now, any last words?" Joe said, as he majestically walked towards Kojiro. But Kojiro had no fear or any form of regret showing on his face, instead it was relief and a little noticeable joy. "Look around you, what do you see?" Kojiro asked with a heavy breath, as he stopped panting and raised his head to look at the the embodiment of strength standing in front of him. Joe was confused by the question he had just been asked. he looked around and all he could see was an outdoor basketball court surrounded by a cage which he gave as an answer but was replied with "no, not that, look again".

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

I end up with two wide bowls and quickly fill them with water. I hurry back to Jojo to see her looking peaceful in a pool of her own blood, her wrists slit open and her body, naked as the day she was born. Don't die. My eyes sting as I slow the blood flow by suspending her wrists in the water. Don't die. And I realize I'm crying as I clean her up and wrap a white sheet over her deathly pale skin while waiting for Ken. Please, don't die. Ken arrives seven minutes later with red eyes, a dark expression, and a gray blanket, “I've got the car up and running. Let's go.”

Meanwhile, Ross’s lips trembled as he said, “So this is what the Death Judge meant when he said that they will disappear from the world forever.” “I told you, these people are definitely going to die,” Judy said as she continued to watch the live broadcast on the big screen. In the live broadcast room, Gardner, who had a broken face, suddenly got up and rushed to the front of the coffin. He used all his strength and ruthlessly kicked it. Bang! The crystal coffin did not move at all. In the Crystal Coffin, Kanasan’s corpse was separated from the thick lid of the coffin and seemed to be staring straight at him. There seemed to be a trace of mockery on her frozen face.

The witch says calmly, she raises a finger and the helpers scramble to make the surroundings spotless again. Hiro stares at Joaquin's lifeless body on the marble granite floor. He wipes his face off his blood hysterically. "Is he… is he dead?" Jinny scoffs, "That's silly," she shakes his head unbelievingly. "Joaquin cannot be killed."

After that, she said lightly, “Matsumoto Yoshito, I hope that you will remember my name before you die. My name is Rosalie Schulz!” After she was done speaking, she shook her hand a little, and the sunflower seed made from white jade flew out of her hands directly. In the next second, a tiny and bloody hole appeared at the center of Yoshito’s eyebrows, and he had already lost his vitality at this time. He fell to the ground with a thud, and he died instantly on the spot!

Until death, chapter 23 Theme: The Jungle Fury Part 2 The processor quickly directed the frost orb to the left, and a glaze rod whooshed past our heads. The great cries of about a hundred men were now coming closer. They were riding a skateboard, which I guess was formed from ice. They had black armour and a hood was covering their faces. "Who are they?" I asked the processor "They are the reaper's combatants," she answered, then quickly bent low as another sharp, smothered rock flew past our faces. "It means he has found a way to locate us." She explained.

His tears fell hot and heavy, passing right through my hand as if I wasn't even there. For the first time since becoming... whatever I am now, I actually felt something—Vincent's tears. But despite everything, it was as if he couldn't see me anymore. I waved my arms, made silly faces, anything to catch his attention, but he didn't react. His eyes remained glued to my gravestone. Seriously, Vincent? Staring at that lifeless photo of me, when I'm standing right here? Can't you see me? Frustrated, I glared at him. But before I could do anything more, a gust of wind swept through, and suddenly, I felt weightless. My body, already barely visible, began to dissolve into the breeze. My vision blurr