Gojo Nah I'd Win Face Novels & Stories

Autumn North "Please please please" I begged Joel to win this since the score between the teams really close "I don't want to look because I'm dead" Joan said "Why did my brother ask for this stupid bet?" Jess protested and I chuckled "Please" Joel threw his ball and all of us put all their attention on him since he's the one who decided who wins in this game. "Strike!" Joel shouted and we squealed cause we're winning this game. Me and Joan hugged each other so tight. We all looked at them and laughed since they're going to face hell after this.

He smirked and pointed his sword to my throat. "You've lost." He said. "Is that so?" I said. He raised his eyebrow. I caught my sword with my left hand. I knocked his sword out of his hand and I grabbed it. With 2 swords, I placed one on his throat and one on his nape. "The match is over. The winner is Ms. Nishimoto Asami." The crowd cheered and I let go of the swords. I bowed in front of him and to the crowd. My father walked up to me and shook my hand.

Using his wolf shifting ability he opened his jaw unnaturally wide to make a booming proclamation to the town. "Fifteen minutes. Everyone in the square. Justice must be done." All I could do was search the street ends for any sign of Rocco. He set his jaw shape back to normal and walked back to me. "He needs to learn. I always win. He tried to make a fool of me and according to Jimmy was behind the mafia hit. He needs to suffer…before I kill him too." Smugly he walks away leaving me alone once more. As I see Jimmy heading towards the cold I can't help but let out a blood curdling scream.

He didn't speak for a while, and I maintained my smile, knowing that in negotiations, silence can be a powerful tool to influence others. “ Okay! We accept!” a voice suddenly came from behind us. “ Young Master!” Shopkeeper Mo hurriedly welcomed the youth clad in green satin. What a handsome young man! “ And who might you be?” I asked curiously. “ I am the Young Master of the Mo family. We own this shop,” he replied confidently. “ So, you are Big Brother Mo! Now I can be at ease knowing that your words hold weight, right?” I remarked.

They are panting and their faces are soaking wet by their sweat. “Dang, what should I do?” Alfi said hesitated. “What’s wrong? Giving up already.” Koji provoked him. “Oh? Don’t get so cocky. We are not finished yet.” Alfi said. “You are strong, yet you will never be able to defeat me,” Koji said. “We shall see,” Alfi said. “Your HP is 30% left. Just give up already.” Koji condescends to him. “Don’t be so cocky. Sakura’s combo is strong, you know?” Kata Alfi.

“This was just a friendly race, not a race where our lives were on the line! You won because of luck! Why are you so proud of that?! You really are an amateur, alright! You know nothing!” Victory had been in his hands at the beginning, but the sudden turn of the tides at the finish line made him unwilling to accept this outcome. Joey had been in the racing circle for years, and the number of people who rivaled him in skill could be counted on two hands, yet he lost during a friendly race! How could he accept this loss?

She doesn’t need to remind me cause I will win this bet no matter what happens. Everyone is cheering for Costelino and me. They’re creating too much noise and have also made their own bets on who will win this fight. I tied my hair up and looked straight into his eyes. “Any rule?” He asked me. “Play clean, and who is the one who can’t stand up after 10 seconds will be the loser,” I answered. “Okay, I’ll warn you, Zaina. I don’t know where you got your guts, but I won’t be going to make it easy for you even if you have that pretty face of yours,” he coldly said.

Never lose hope. (EL’s POV) With a smile on my face, I'm about to fight these ten werewolves standing in front of me. The Grand Alpha, Uncle Dagon, and some members of the family were in attendance to witness my final sparring against Joaquin's team. His team is definitely no joke, but I'm not afraid of them. The match will only be determined via two ways, either I'll kill them, or they'll kill me. Both outcomes scare the hell out of me. I don't wanna die but I definitely don't want to kill someone else either, especially my own kind.

Yoan was optimistic about James. “Haha,” Jeffery chuckled. Yoan had confidence in James, but Jeffery also had faith in Hayden. “How about we make a bet?” Jeffery said with a smile. Yoan agreed. “Sure. What are we betting on?” Jeffery said, “We’ll bet on whether James can withstand Hayden’s three moves. If he succeeds and can still stand up, then I lose. If he can’t stand up and completely loses combat power, then you lose. Since we’re just playing around, how about the loser slaps himself three times?”

"Did you figure you could bring me somewhere around appearing and taking shots at my vehicle? Pitiful." They hurried into one another as they battled and afterward the principal aggressor utilized his elbow to crush into Gio's face, drawing blood. He knew whether he won, Rodriguez would allow him to live, however in the event that he lost, he would pass on. "Are you certain that was the smartest thought?" Giggled Gio, who lifted the man up and hammered him into the substantial ground.