Gojo Nah I'd Win Face Novels & Stories

I jerked myself off his grip, smashing his face with my elbow. He groaned as blood oozed out from his nose, his hands curled up on his face. “You’re trained. Didn’t see that coming.” He chuckled, wiping the blood with his hands. “Tell me the truth, Alpha.” I groaned, still backing him to hide my face.

Their voice echoed along the boxing ring until they got tired and sit on the side while drinking water. "Damn what are we doing ourselves, God you ruin my handsome face moron,!" as expected they are blaming each other. "Send me your bank account number and I will send one million for the Expenses if you are going to have surgery," Zhakar said raising his month into a smirk."Seriously,! moron I can't wait I'll send you tomorrow," Jewish Exclaimed out of an exciting voice. "The deal is if who the one losses the boxing are the one should be paying a money of the winner İ am the winner of our fight so I'll be waiting until tomorrow," Zhakar said and he glanced at his friends on the side while th

Remy lets go of me and gives me funny look, "What?" "You're so sure he's going to win. Jae," he says with a laugh, "As far as I can tell, this Klein guy looks just as big. We could all have a surprise... what if Jae loses, has he ever considered that option?" As if. “Not even for a second, he's sure it's a done deal," I mutter and to be honest, I think the same thing. He is the strongest man I’ve ever met, "I've seen him beat three wolves at once, I think he definitely has this in the bag."

He said and I was quite impressed by his determination, at this point there was just sixty seconds left, “Your time's up don't you think you should just give up?” I kept on trading him, “No I won't, real men don't give up” He stick his tongue out and gestured for me to look at the screen, “Noooooo……..!” I yelled as he killed me, “Yessss…!” I won, he dance happily, “Really you know if I hadn't looked away you wouldn't have won” “It doesn't matter cause a win is a win” He laugh

Before the winner is determined, you may be attacked a hundred times by your enemy, but as long as you remain standing, you can grab the chance to make a comeback. "One move can determine defeat or victory, and similarly, you only need one move to kill someone." Austin nodded quietly. At the side, Wolf was even more shocked than ever. Then, he began to ponder. Aldus smiled. "Still, that small guy is a little foolish. He sacrificed so much to get a lethal blow in exchange. He killed his opponent with one kick, but he also broke an arm. "He won't be able to fight in the next month or two.

“Isn't that just a lame excuse to—” “Fine. If you win, I'll go on a date with you. Just get this over with; there's important matters to settle.” “Fine. How do we determine the winner?” “First to lose a few teeth.” “Deal!” The guy suddenly lunged at me, hoping to grapple with me. I knew Esme was behind me, so it would be bad for me to dodge. I'll just attach them. The moment he got close enough, I raised my knee high, kicking his head up. He staggered backwards, but I didn't give him time to recover.

Joel asked from the back with the injury in his face. Levi heard that voice if his which made him to look back. And saw the guy that half of his face was chopped off. Although he knew that he was the one that did it in his tiger form but he only blinks his eyes and looked away without acting wired. "Umm... He is a friend and he is welcome to join the team...?" Anna said as she smiles. "I believe as time goes on, you will get to know each other better okay?" Juan said as she keeps giving out a brief and soft smile.

A feeling he didn’t like naming. He already knew the result before they called it. Everyone did. Lucien didn’t lose. No deals. Not awards. Not people. Adrian exhaled slowly, watching as Lucien stepped up to the microphone. Smooth. No rush. No sign of effort. Like this was routine. Like winning meant nothing. “Thank you,” Lucien said, voice low, steady. The room quieted without being told to. “I wasn’t expecting this.” A lie. A soft laugh moved through the crowd anyway.

Damn it. “It was nothing,” I snapped, forcing conviction into my words. “And it won’t happen again.” Fukui didn’t buy it for a second. He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, looking far too pleased with himself. I could feel the weight of Gojou’s silent observation pressing down on me, and it only made my humiliation worse. I swallowed down the frustration, the taste of defeat bitter on my tongue. I’d fought so hard to hold my ground, to challenge their rules, to carve out some semblance of control.

Bought me a $10 million penthouse in West Hill, too. "Face it—I'm the one winning this time." I stayed quiet, even as she jabbed her manicured finger into my forehead. When I didn't respond, she huffed, bored, then kicked me one more time for good measure before strutting away.