Gojo Insane Novels & Stories

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.”

She feels their eyes immediately though, and falls back to a glare. “You know me well, battle brother,” VeiledMaxim continues casually, smiling as he looks ahead again. “Though Jojo is not a pet. Like you, he is a companion. Although yes I do favor some over others...” His tone starts to falter as he recognizes an all-too-familiar dread around the crossing, the very air electrified. “Kofe...!” He and his guardian react too late, as a blur of fire-hardened wood darts past them toward the two behind.

“Don’t laugh, I asked you what—“ Ezra ignored my words, and instead, he put me far away from Joey. Now, I’m walking beside him and Joey on his other side. I really don’t understand what’s going on with this guy. On our way to Ezra’s house, Arata kept talking nonsense about the training camp and how he hated seeing Joaquin naked while bathing together. Why would they bathe together, though? Joey, who couldn’t take it anymore, spoke up. “I don’t understand why Arata’s coming with us too.” Arata tilted his head. “What do you mean? If we’re going to find who’s the stupidest in this group, then you all should help me.” He pointed to himself, making Mitch chuckle and Royce look at him with pity in

he shot back, glowering at me. He leaned against the nearest tree and folded those delicious looking arms, I would’ve admired them, had he not said “so, you are my mate, pathetic, the universe must hate me to ask me to bond myself to you” “what?” “you look so fragile, how can you possibly handle being a Luna?”. It seems everyone had gone mad. I decided. Maybe all the handsome men in the world had turned into mad men, talking about absolute gibberish, because that’s all he seemed to be saying and I was about to tell him as much when he …. Faster than anyone was allowed to be, stepped into my personal space and scooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder and knocking all the breath from me i

He grabbe by the hair, pulling and dragging me to his heart's content. "You want to leave? You want to go back to Demetrius and leave me here all alone? You are mine and not even Demetrius can take you away." I whimpered in pain, this man was unstable, he was insane and I feared what he would do to me if I continued to disobey him.

“Bianca Marcello, do you take Roberto Grimani as your husband—bound by oath, blood, and name—for as long as you draw breath, no matter the war that hunts you?” “I do,” I said. My voice was flat and hollow.. But steady. “Roberto Grimani, do you—” “I do,” Rob said, louder. Firmer. The priest muttered a few more lines in Latin, then pulled two rings from Julian’s pouch. “Place the rings,” he said. Rob slid one on my finger. It was pure gold, heavy, and cold. I slid the other onto his. “By the power vested in me, under the sacred laws of Il Sotterraneo, you are now bound in oath and union,” the priest said. “For as long as you survive.”

The Lorraine I know has a unique wheezing laugh. "Don't mind her." The bald man, I'm pretty sure he's the bassist/cellist/drummer Satoshi from Blacklist! he glanced at the form I had submitted online perhaps to confirm my claim. "Fukuda Kagami-san, correct?" "Yes, sir." I heard one of the contestants gasp. "That's-" "Ahem!" A chic man with silky long black hair, Renjiro, a bassist/screamer from the former heavy metal band, Ainz glanced in the contestants' direction.

it felt really painful. God, why? The tears that started streaming down his face were making his vision blurry, making him bump against people who were walking. He didn’t even bother saying his sorry, and those people cursed at him, and thought of him as a jerk. But no, Sane didn’t care. Sane didn’t care if those people thought of him as the worst person in the world. He didn’t care if those people thought that he was a spawn of Satan himself, that he was evil incarnate, he didn’t care. Because when one lost someone, he no longer cared