Gojo Short Novels & Stories

A fucking princess! That is what Jojo felt like. The perfect, figure hugging, black dress she had on, God bless whoever picked it out, was nothing short of gorgeous. It did wonderful things to her figure, hugging her in all the right places. Her hair had been released from the boring bun she'd done it in and was now in amazing curly waves that flowed down her back. 'Miss touchy', whose name she'd learned was Betty, had performed magic on her and she could hardly believe that the woman that had smiled back at her from the wide, floor length mirror was indeed herself.

Arc regained his balance, his concern for Jojo's well-being propelling him forward. The sound of pounding footsteps echoed through the air as the book club members sprinted towards the commotion. Arc's eyes widened in surprise as they converged, their faces etched with concern and outrage. Will, the first to arrive, rushed towards Bill, but Jojo was quicker. Her eyes blazed with a fierce determination, and with a battle cry, she unleashed a swift knee strike. Bill's eyes bulged as her knee connected with devastating precision, striking his vulnerable groin.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

Something about the sound of a gun cocking gives me goosebumps every time. Holding a power capable of killing someone with just the pull of a trigger. What a fucking rush! "Please." I turn my eyes toward the broken body lying on the ground. There's this blood trail that's a good three feet in length from where he was originally dropped by my men. And now he's at my feet, begging.

He didn't stop until we were seated at our table above, watching the club from our elevated spot. I took another deep breath and felt a growing irritation as I saw women preparing to approach Jigo. Everyone thought he was still single. And why wouldn't they want to be near him? Jigo was irresistible. He looked stunning in his very light pink shirt—almost beige—with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a few buttons open at the chest. He wore a long white gold necklace with his wedding band on it, just like mine, hidden under his clothes. His shirt was tucked into belted maroon pants, and he wore luxury black leather shoes with no socks. His outfit fit perfectly, highlighting his tall, chi

” My cycle had just started, here and now…… here where I had no supplies or anything. I fell back in my pillow, willing the wave of cramps to pass. I had the vague sense of someone entering my room, I looked up to see Arian. “Hello Mr Jailor” I managed through the barrage of needles currently assaulting my abdomen. His nostrils flared as he sniffed once and frowned, “your cycle…..” “Yes, yes…. now go away, you’re making the pain worse” He left and I sighed, only to get startled again at his return, his arms were full of stuff, including a heating pad, tampons and some dark chocolate.

How could Jojo’s tiny arms and legs be strong enough to hold down a volcano that finally erupted for the first time after being silent for so long? Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud… A series of hurried footsteps came from afar. A person grabbed hold of Jojo and pulled her to one side. With a stretch of his long arms, he immediately wrapped the agitated woman tightly in his arms. Even with the clothes they wore between them, he could clearly sense the person in his arms shaking violently. An aching sensation gushed out of his heart. His sturdy arms unknowingly tightened as his deep voice traveled into her ears.

My legs don’t give out under me. Akio is on both knees, holding a finger under William’s nose. He quickly looks to Sensei, a little bit of relief in his voice. “Sore wa kare no byōkidesu.” Gojo Sensei nods, his face serious. “What’s going on?” I step forward again. It seems like my legs are too frozen to move at the pace I want them to. “What’s wrong with him?” My voice is rough, panicked. The dagger drops from my hand. “Akio, what the fuck is going on?”

I liked this kiss, it feels so good. My body started to heat up again for some unknown reason when he took off my bra, and now I had nothing on while he still had his boxer shorts on. Slowly, I brought my hand to the waistband of his boxer shorts and tried to pull it down, but I had a hard time because it was tight on him, and we were so close together. I heard his soft laugh. "I'll take it off for you." I nodded, and he separated from me. I widened my eyes when I saw how big, thick, and long it was. I never thought that Jiro is this big!

Stay safe. —Joji