Gojo Death Stare Novels & Stories

Lorenzo and Leo were sitting on the couch, with Leo's elbows prompted to his knees with his hands intertwined under his chin, and Lorenzo leaning back on the couch with his hips pushed up in a man spread while his elbow on the armrest of the couch, swirling the glass of wine with his fingers. "How many bets will you place?" Toshiro asked Kanji while leaning on the balcony's railings. "If that guy over there dies, you win a million from me." "How about I shove that million up your ass and let me pick a stronger one to bet on." Kanji groaned. "You just lost the bet." Toshiro yawned. And lastly, Regio's boss, who has the highest position among the executives, Zacharias Craig, is seated at the f

I stared at him impassively as he produced a knife and a pistol. “I think we haven't introduced ourselves yet,” He stared at me, running the tip of the knife over his lower lip “Though I think you know me. Diego Gómez, does that sound familiar to you?” Oh shit. "The lack of color in your face tells me so,” He erased the smile as he approached. "I told you to stop looking for what you had not missed." "You killed your own son.” I spat the words in his face.

There are only ten minutes left in the college entrance exam when the back door of the classroom bursts open. My best friend, Isaac Powell, kicks it in. He grabs me by the back of my collar, drags me out of the hall, and shoves me into a black SUV idling at the curb. "Are you insane? That was the college entrance exam!" I yell. "Is an exam more important than your life? The students in that room… are probably all dead by now!" Before I can respond, my phone starts buzzing like crazy. Notifications flood the class group chat. "@Trevon, the proctor is looking for you." "@Trevon, did you forget about the party after the test?" "@Trevon, where the hell did you go?" My stomach drops as I

He didn't want to believe it at first, but after studying the facial features of the corpse and noticing the small mole at the corner of my eye, he had no choice but to accept the cruel reality. Wales collapsed onto the floor, like a puppet that had its strings cut. "Joey," he murmured my name over and over again.

In mid-air, Jake swooped on him and with his powerful jaws, ripped off the gargoyle’s head. Jesse ducked blows as he made for the somewhat genial-looking gargoyle that looked every inch, the leader among the death-eaters. He held him down as the gargoyle yelped with demonic indignation. He numbed him with a blow and threw his body in the air. Jake of course knew what would follow. ‘Impressive!’ Torelli smiled‘ Impressive. I have never seen an assault of this magnitude escape’ His death-eaters were scattered about the ground, their heads severed from their lifeless bodies.

I said. “What are you going on about now?” “Estacio is dead,” I said. There was a moment of silence. Chief Hogar and his collaborator went several shades paler, while the staff and techs were looking expectantly at them. Only Madam Josefa remained looking unconcerned. “That’s impossible!” Chief Hogar exclaimed, feeling the gaze of his subordinates. “How can you know that when no one but Agent Lee has seen him?” “Easy,” I said, directing their attention to Jester’s location. A single yellow dot pulsed in the room. “If he were alive, I’d be able to sense him. Dead people have no emotions, you know.”

My last thought is a useless question, my last memory the cry of an insufferable city elf… “Ooff Off!” A sound pierces the veil. She realizes she still breathes, and opens her eyes to see Jojo leaning over her. The ape’s face is different though, almost veiled with eyes sunken; he salivates profusely. The second thing she sees is a javelin pierced clear through the beast’s meaty arm; which had evidently blocked all but the very tip from her.

" My consciousness began to fade. The screen blurred before my eyes, and I could only struggle to type one last message. "Carlo, I know this isn't your fault. I don't blame you. I really don't. I'm just so cold." After typing the final word, I closed my eyes and let the darkness take everything. In the instant before death, I heard the high heels return. The clicking ceased at the door, then a woman's whisper came through. Her voice was light, but unmistakably clear. "Goodbye, Margherita." It was Benedetta. It was really her.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

*WARNING* It has killing scene and gore. If you are not comfortable then read at your own risk. Thank you~ ••• Lucas signalled to one of his men who had been holding Diego's henchmen by both arms and the man in black nodded upj getting the signal from his boss. He switched his hands to the neck of Diego's man and within the snap of fingers the man was lying dead on the floor with blood pooling out from his mouth. Yes! With just one swing the cracking sound of his bones resonated and the man was dead. Lucas skimmed around the hall in order to spot the after but Diego was still hiding like a cowed that Lucas called him out once again