Gojo Satoru Christmas Novels & Stories

Kirito left the bar. The bartender moved towards the cheque and picked it up. He smiled as he looked at it "It's funny how you've changed, Kirito. You've become someone you feared the most when you were a kid." He tore the cheque and threw it into the dustbin. "Arata Mizuru." He heard his name and turned back. Jericho stood there with a card in his hand "Ah! You're Arata Mizuru? My name is Jeroboam Hatsugu. Someone recommended me to visit your bar. I've heard you make the best cocktails in Tokyo."

"Sorry, what?" Mori was confused by Sato’s words, and Akiko was too. Sato laughed. “I mean, I don’t want the Shingi Fusaya team to lose, and you’re needed on the field. Don’t disappoint me.” Sato corrected himself, pointing toward the field. He was still saying all of this with a smile. But somehow, Akiko felt that smile was dangerous. Sato seemed like the kind of person who would fire an employee with a sweet smile.

I nod, snapping my gaze towards her, “Yes, I do! You’re just repeating what I already know. Stay clear of A-Jun… I get it. I’d rather sit on a cactus than share the same air with him… again.” “Good,” Jane says. Getting up from the bed, she walks over to a chair, sitting facing me with her legs crossed. Second on the list is Kaito.” “Kaito?” I ask. “Who the fuck is Kaito?” “He is a Japanese prisoner; he committed massacre, terrorism, and a lot of atrocities,” Jane announces. “That’s a lot of crime.” I chip in.

When we landed in Los Angeles, Ryuu gripped my arm firmly, guiding me across the tarmac toward a sleek black car where Gojou Morunaga stood waiting. “Keep your anger in check,” Ryuu murmured, his voice deceptively calm. “I don’t want anyone seeing how much you despise me.” I bit down on the retort bubbling in my throat. As we approached the car, Gojou’s piercing gaze shifted between us, his expression unreadable behind dark sunglasses. “You look happy,” Gojou greeted us dryly, the tension in his jaw betraying the attempt at warmth. “Did you enjoy the honeymoon?”

All three turned their heads to her. “You guys are hilarious.” “Whoa, sexy mama alert.” Out of nowhere Ichiya appeared in front of her. “Hi there, I'm Ichiya. You know, Ice Beauty, you should keep an eye out for elves with ropes and a blindfold.” “Why?” “Because I asked Santa for you this Christmas.” “Ichiya, how many times have I told you that's no way to speak to a lady? I apologize for my idiotic friend's actions. My name is Keito Sakamoto a pleasure to meet your acquaintance, young miss.”

Hiroshi can see the anger that is very visible in the face of his fiancée and he can't understand why does Melissa acts like that. "baby, what is taking you both so long? Eiji it's been a while, how have you been?" said Satoru who got tired of waiting inside the room and went out to see what is taking them so long. Eiji saw Satoru and greeted him back with a nod and hug like how they usually do. While Yuuta on the other hand kept on staring at Melissa who is also staring at him.

“Are you free tonight?” My heart dropped a little. Tonight was Christmas dinner. There were guests coming. There would be loud conversations and cleaning afterward. No chance to leave the house. “I’m not free,” I said softly. “My family is having people over.” “I see…” he said. He sounded disappointed. “I know it’s short notice, but… I didn’t want to spend Christmas alone. I thought maybe I could spend it with you.” My breath stopped for a moment. He wanted to spend Christmas… with me?

he said calmly. “No feelings attach once.” I chuckled after reading, just one sentence and a space to sign. “Are you serious?” “Yes…If you're ready, sign.” I grab the pen from his hands and write my name boldly on it. I don't need his love anyway. He smiled and held my hands, leading me out of the hotel. --- Outside, people were fully in the resort enjoying their Christmas holiday, and soft music played in the background near the pool. People drank cocktails, laughed with their love once, and took nice pictures together.

This is utterly insane. Still, another thought worms its way into my mind. If he really is Santa, maybe I should wish for something big. My stomach churns at the possibility. A Christmas wedding. The dream I’d buried long ago. I close my eyes, imagining it: twinkling lights, soft snow falling, and Elijah looking at me like I’m his entire world.

When she lifted her head, and our eyes unexpectedly met, I felt my body pushing me beyond my limits, unable to contain the intense desire that had been building. We shared a deep, passionate kiss, and Luca eagerly wanted to continue with her. I was just beginning to regain control before things escalated further. After apologizing for my actions, Sarah looked disappointed. The moment was too brief, and the sexual tension between us remained palpable. "What did you need from me, Sarah?" I asked, trying to divert both of our urges. She took a steadying breath before replying. "I made dinner to express my gratitude for everything you've done for me. Since it's Christmas, I also wanted to prepar