Gojo X Makima Novels & Stories

” Kartika added. “Then, Ribo is an incarnation of Jowa just like Megumi and me. Ribo exists for assisting his master in the battle. A type B Ribo like me can be the main weapon for its master, while a type A Ribo like Megumi can amplify its master power significantly. And of course, we can leave our Jowa in a 5Km radius, but the user can”t use his power if his Ribo leaves his Jowa. Besides, Ribo type B like me can leave my Jowa to attack the enemies as long as the user and I are connected by Iru thread.” Cakra added. “How do I summon my Ribo?” Herman asked.

"Yes, indeed, Mitaka-senpai and Kamiigusa-senpai are indeed very good." Monica gave a perfunctory answer and looked at the group photo of both Mitaka and Misaki who occupied almost the entire cover of the magazine, and even though he gave a perfunctory answer, he had to admit that it was quite good for high schools student to be able to achieve all of this.

Gojo's face was too close to Aki's face, and he was grinning in a creepy way. "Is there a problem, Miss Aki?" Mr. Gojo asked her. Aki was immediately creeped out. This strange feeling is the same as what she felt in the basement that night. Mr. Gojo's eyes were barely visible because of his exaggerated smile, but Aki could see through his forced smile. Aki turned her head and looked at her own paper. She secretly looked at Raia, who was also looking at her, especially at Mr. Gojo. But when their eyes met, Raia quickly looked away.

She had to move with a special material that kept her heart stable, for she would also be a weak Omega if not for her wolf, Bambi the executioner. I stood my ground, staring at her hair as it fell right down. There was nothing I could do to stop her from denying such an incessant act of jealousy. I also felt that way whenever other ladies challenged me for him. “What’s happened here?” The ground shook. We exchanged glances, taking our eyes towards the sound of the grumbling noise. Ryu stood there, a roughed-up boar hanging around his neck. He wasn’t putting on clothes, and his broad chest caught my attention. He was dripping, his well-sculpted abs glistening with each movement he made under

Jack Catwalk which has been filled with the heat of the liquid reaction is getting more and more brutal and blind. He even had trouble controlling himself, his emotions and his gaze. Like a wild animal, Jack only saw anyone as his opponent at this time. Until Jeremy's hard kick, made him fall. The two of them had a great fight. Even though Jeremy fell many times, he was still able to stand up again. Because Jeremy is equipped with strong martial arts and trained by a great coach. Werewolf Jack was overwhelmed and chose to run out of the building. Until he met Esmeralda in front of him.

she informed. Drake stood up from his seat beside his stray. “What do you mean it is fake?” he questioned. Millie bit her lower lip, finding a good answer. “I-It’s. . . it’s not the antidote, alpha. The poison on Emily’s body was deadly and rare to find for its antidote.” She answered, looking down at the ground. “I... I think we should start to find the lotus flower and the neem plants at Mount Doqu, alpha.” Millie said, her lips trembling.

An expert of the Nen Way, Rokuro Shimizu, gritted his teeth and squinted before regaining his composure. He felt only he could defeat the man before him if he went all out and demonstrated the Nen Way’s killer move. “How is he this strong?!” Keiko Kitagawa’s jaw dropped without her even realizing it. She wanted to see Masao Takei reclaim the Shinkage Way’s tarnished reputation… But he also failed! Keiko was infuriated. She did not want to believe anything she saw at this moment.

Mingchan went faster than ever and released his cum inside her again. Mingchan collapsed on her top. Mukgu was panting. Mingchan was not panting as he is a robot. He then grabbed Mukgu’s face and touched it. Caressing it while gazing at one another's faces. Mukgu was so tired because of their intense sex for two rounds.

“Welcome to Rohai Corp, Hagakure Sorahiko.” They shake hands— two unwilling players of whatever ridiculous game Miyamura is playing. “As is mine, Mr Yamato”. “Please call me Eiji”. He refuse to be so formal with such a kindred soul. Any person that sees past Miyamura’s glamour is a person worth speaking to. “Only if you call me Sora”. “Sorahiko”. “Yamato”. A smile here, a grin there. And, it's a deal. ⸻ Five minutes after Sorahiko leaves his office, Eiji’s intercom buzzes.

"Vicki!" I looked over to find Benjamin running towards me. The soul eater saw him as well and, giving a deep guttural scream, bounding off the wall to race towards him. Benjamin raised an arm holding out a pistol I had never known him to have. He immediately fired off rounds at it, but it was fast, paranormally fast. It dodged each bullet by bouncing off the walls and continued to race towards him. They slammed together toppling to the floor and grappling around on the ground. The gun went flying towards me almost as if it were offering itself to me. It was a fortuitous movement that would never happen again in a million years, and I was not about to take it for granted. I swooped down and