Gojo Insane Novels & Stories

- Phil hearing what he is shouting is making me confuse "what ?"- Dessa "right! we should attack its joints!!"- Bhlezy and a sudden realization strike my mind "maybe it will work!!"- Dessa and because of this Bhlezy suddenly join back to the group "we should attack its joint, we should focus on its heels!"- Bhlezy "okay!"- Jimboy *GGGGRRRROAARRRRR!!!* just by flexing its body is making this strong shockwave

In the time that I have been bound to Leonardo, I have come to learn a lot from him and learn a lot about him. Arrigo Gabriele Leonardo is a very powerful man who holds a high position in the Leonardo Mafia and for that reason he doubts every single person he comes across and every man that works for him. So he has taken to confiding in me because I am in the literal sense, his slave. Since I have become his human diary, I know everything that there is to know about Arrigo.

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

"He's a siphoner, which means he can't do magic." Oh. So Jun knows. Right then, he wonders what the hell is he still doing there? He seems to be useless as it is. He has so many questions and he still wants answers. For one, what does Joaquin need from him? There was no way he’s standing in front of someone whose existence is ambiguous if it’s just for show. Joaquin purses his lips, and then he nods, "What's your name, witch?" "Hiro Kitagawa," he answers.

“Wow, that sounded a whole less lame in my head.” “It’s okay. I get it. It’s hard to trust people when you’re not sure if you’re delusional or not,” I tell her. She gives me a strange look. “I am still not convinced I’m not insane.” Margo’s eyes widen. “Oh, I see.”

He asked, "Is this what power feels like? It feels amazing! Die, you insects!" Joey went from a beginner Sanctuary level cultivator to a peak Sanctuary level cultivator because of the historical halberd. He never felt so powerful, so he was deranged. The powerful spiritual pressure pressed the Cooks on the floor. They were suffering and fearful. They looked at Joey cautiously because they were scared witless. Joey was incomprehensibly more powerful than them, so they had to be afraid. Wilbur put Dark Disperse away. Various colors of spiritual flames instantly ignited on his right fist, giving off powerful spiritual pressure.

I heard three distinctive snorts from the other side of the room and peeped out to see Nadei, Nik and Nial watching the white haired male and I interact, bemusedly staring at us. And then he grabbed my cheeks mushing them making my lips pucker as I did to him before. My eyes rolling in exsparation, "You're real?" He whispered almost inaudibly. His identical frosty blue eyes teary, full of emotion and I just stared at him. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to feel. Was was I even supposed to say? "She's real?" Gojo Satoru's human twin laughed like a crazy man. "Oh, my God, she's real!- Ow, fuck!" The girly screech that left his mouth was funny enough to pull a humourous chuckle out of me.

I’m staring at the photo on the screen. I would be lying if I said he didn’t cross my mind in the past month but I started to forget what he looked like. Now the memories flood back in. His face is unsmiling here but he still looks handsome. I read the news crawl. He’s Diego Santoro, millionaire businessman. I’ve heard that name before, wealthy beyond imagination and rumored to be part of the mafia. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Kyros isn't here; it's making me feel scared again, remembering what Jian looked like. He's still the same as the last time I saw him. Crazy. Jian Gomez was indeed crazy. He's a fucked up mentally ill person that received a restraining order after all the harassment he did to me. "I'm fine now. It must have been because of exhaustion." I lied. I didn't want to make these people worry about me. "I'm sorry for making a scene—" "Don't say that! We're all worried about you." I patted Mavis's head after she said that. "I'm sorry."

I ask. “Wait – why is there bruising?” Tom asks the doctors. No matter how rough Tom gets, there’s very rarely any physical evidence of it. “I’ve told you, your wife is insatiable—” Dr. Hogan starts but he’s quickly cut off by Tom. “Didn't you tell me my wife is almost completely insane?! Why would you leave her unsupervised?” Tom shouts. Dr. Hogan stammers, seemingly lost for words. Finally, he says, “we watch her. There are always cracks – moments when our backs are turned. Your wife’s unwell, but she’s not a danger to herself. We occasionally do have more urgent patients.”