Gojo Satoru Teenager Novels & Stories

Said the lady with a disgusted look on her face. “Grandmother!” said the boy, who had finally began to speak. “Hi my names Kit Taylor and this is my grandmother Bulla, don’t mind her though she’s very opinionated.” Said the boy pitting a hand on his Grand Mother’s shoulder. “Hi I am Sekora, mice to meet you.” “I always thought the new Sword Keeper would be a guy.” Said Kit, with a shocked look on his face. “Shocking isn’t it?” asked Sekora smiling.

“Yeah… Don’t look him in the eye. You’ll get cursed.” “Cursed? I heard that people lose it and hang themselves after they reach home”, whisper the students at the high school where the boy was attending. “Again… another year without any peace”, says the boy to himself. The new semester had just begun and the boy had joined the ‘Sakurano High School’ a high school in Saitama, Tokyo, Japan. “Ah~… Look who’s here!” comes a voice from behind the boy. “Tch… Not again…” says the boy to himself silently and tries to ignore the people who were trying to pick on him.

Chapter 35 "Hey, Babe. Wait up," Jiro said as I was about to walk away from him. "Don't walk away from me," he added. He hugged me around the waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. "Babe." He chuckled, which made me even more embarrassed. "Jiro, seriously!" I pouted and playfully pinched his side, to which he responded by giving me a kiss on the cheek. I'm just sixteen, and he said he'll only kiss me on the lips when I turn eighteen.

Her white uniform set off her fair skin, making her look even more seductive. “It’s okay. Experts like him must have strong pride. Without pride, one cannot be the strongest. I finally understand why the Refined Blade Dojo can stand firm in Riverbank for so long. It’s because of you, Murao Hokujo. You are the treasure of this dojo,” Aiden said. “Treasure of the dojo? I like the way you put it,” Reiko said with a smile. “Actually, Murao isn’t the face of our dojo. It’s actually Jiro Sakamoto. He and his brother, Taro, are the youngest of us all who became grandmaster in kendo.

10 years before the present moment. 1 week later Subdivision of the Delphos company Japan. Nagasaki Hiroshi Mika. 31 years old. Are you a virgin. He was a boy whose personal background involved dreaming about singers and dating dolls, dressing up as a dog, going to events on his favourited television shows.

Hiro “Already told you I don’t fix shite,” Sai snaps against Ayame’s pain. Her vulnerability. “You want a shoulder to cry on, call Farm Boy. Breaking things is my only point and purpose,” Sai slams back into the chair, shoving the bread pudding in his mouth before the leash he’s keeping on himself snaps.

Joe stuttered with tears from his eyes as he recalled one of his previous ex's words. “You are too immature” she said after giving him a hot slap on the cheek. That was at age thirty-three, now he was more of an old man than a middle age for he is fifty years old. Joe stood up on his feet after realizing how many pains he might have caused Imelda, he fastened his shoes on and set to return home, his attention suddenly attracts to a scene where a teenager shouted. The teenager fell from a canoe into the big sea. “There's no way he'd survive the wave” a lady commented as people drew near to the scene.

Lazarus and Hajime are both seventeen years old, two teens scrapping off being delinquents, jumping from one gang to another in the slums of Japan. "You're just playing a scheme, and you might use me as your tool for your own good. Hell, you might even reverse the whole thing and scam me. Fuck off because you're just a thing. Are you that naïve to understand?" Hajime grunted. "Uh-oh. No. I won't go," Lazarus insisted, like a child pleading to his mother while stomping his feet. "Oh my fucking— I'm done," Hajime sighed, giving up. "Bring your things in."

Kirito, about three years old, sat in his mother's arms while looking at the camera. "I would have believed it was Kiroto..." He had green eyes just like Mr and Mrs Hiomi. The bottom of the frame read "Hiomi family" "I didn't know your eye colors change when you grow up" Kurosava said with a wicked smile. He clenched the frame tightly "My stupid brother giving the entire enterprise to this brat... This brat who is not even his own blood!" He threw it aside and looked at his half baked reflection in the mirror.