Gojo Goes Crazy Novels & Stories

"What's there to be shy about? Come on. I'm taking you somewhere way more fun. It'll be a million times more exciting than your little toy!" "Huh? Where?" I quickly got up, eager to know. Abigail batted her eyelashes and gave me a mischievous smile. "It's called... the Crazy Show." Crazy Show? What on earth was that? I was confused, but Abigail kept going. "Joan, honey, you look amazing in clothes and even better without them. With your body and your face, you'll have everyone at that place fighting for your attention! When we get there, you'll have as many men as you want. Trust me..."

But I hadn't done anything to harm her. I sighed; it was useless to dwell on these thoughts now. I needed to get out of here; otherwise, I would miss the competition tomorrow. I climbed down from the window, feeling around in the equipment room to find a rope. I tied one end around my waist and the other to a shelf. With everything set up, I cautiously climbed back up to the window. Summoning my courage, I closed my eyes and jumped. However, I still couldn't make it to the competition the next day.

“He’s a fucking reaper.” The brute smirked, then I lunged, sinking my teeth into his hand. Blood flooded my mouth as he roared, jerking back. His fist cracked across my face, hard enough to make my vision explode in white. Pain seared through my skull, my ears ringing, but I swallowed it down and grinned, blood dripping from my lip. Vega sighed. “You’re making this harder than it needs to be.” I spat at his polished shoes. “That’s the plan.”

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,

"... I will hold nothing back and face you with full sincerity and all my strength" For a moment, the two men just looked at each other and smiled. The buzzer sounded but not one of them made a move. The roaring crowd grew quiet as people began to wonder what was going on. Just then, a man ran frantically towards the arena with heavy breath. It was Kojiro. "Sorry I'm late" he said as he waved both hands and the stadium began to expand. Those who understood what it meant roared in excitement and others joined them as the entire arena was suddenly engulfed in flames.

"N-no please! I'm s-sorry!" "You are a bunch of pervert weirdos!" Jiroo yelled onto his face before smashing his head on the wall who quickly lost his consciousness. "Wow, the audacity!" I said while slowly clapping my hands while walking to him. "But that was really cool!" "Thank you." Jiroo said and he bowed at me, as if he's in some theater shit. "Are you girls okay?" He asked after and that's when I noticed the three women standing on the side.

"Thank you, sister. My dog ​​has become much stronger after eating it." I gave her a cold look, about to speak when suddenly she cried out: "No—!" She stumbled backward dramatically, her body crashing into the decorative candles on the display table. The flames barely touched her dress, singeing just the hem, but she clutched her stomach and collapsed to the floor, her face contorted in theatrical pain. The room immediately erupted into chaos. "Eliza is pregnant! How could you push her into the fire!" "Someone get healing salve, quickly!"

The kind that made your ribs feel too small for your heart. “You know,” she said, her gaze flicking over Fiero’s limp form like it didn’t matter, “if you’re gonna keep flatlining in public, at least do it with flair. Fake a seizure. Bite Moses. Make it memorable.” Joy didn’t bother to answer. She was too busy holding Fiero’s head up, brushing his damp curls from his forehead, checking the color in his cheeks. “Seriously, Joy,” Mika added, eyes gleaming. “If you’re going to break your toys, at least let us borrow them first.”

"You have no idea–I was just joking around, but those disgusting guys went crazy asking me for your contact." The old me would have already been crying, asking her how she could do this to me, voice breaking. Not this me. My teeth clenched so hard they hurt. My whole body trembled with anger. I snatched the flyer out of her hand and slapped her across the face. Tara screamed, clutching her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me? I treat you like my best friend, and you can't even take a joke anymore?" Best friend? I let out a cold laugh.

I couldn't help but sigh at their weird interest. Lissa dragged me ignoring my wish to go back to the class. She is quite stronger than me and before I could show her my reluctance, we were already at the ground entrance where those girls were staring at the two handsome beings fighting with each other. "What are we going there for?" I asked irritatingly shrugging my shoulders, Cara sighed unrefined, "You are just impossible, girl" she muttered, "You don't know. That's gonna be so exciting. I heard there was a show in the ground early in the morning today. The boys got engaged in a fight for a girl again. Everybody is here to see that bitch." Cara bragged which instantly hit me.