Gosick Light Novels & Stories

Ginnie** Varkos’s smirk grew, his eyes dark with lust as he looked up at me. “You drive me fucking crazy,” he whispered, his voice filled with a dark pleasure that sent shivers down my spine. He stepped closer, his hand never leaving my pussy. “You want it so bad, don’t you?” He asked, his voice low and demanding, “You want me to fuck so bad right now?”

One of them jabs Varz’s back that he crashing the sand really hard. “We are Gosa. The reflection of the ordeal that the world gives to us.” They said. All of them are stomping Varz mercilessly while keep uttering their credo. “What a power!” Herman said. “Are they Doki-Doki users with the same power? That’s impossible.” Kartika said. Kartika and Herman are surrounded by those mysterious men out of the blue. “We are Gosa. The reflection of the ordeal that the world gives to us.” They said.

Leaning closer to the salesgirl, she whispered, “I’d like to pay for those shoes as well, please. But please don’t let them know. You can gift the shoes to them after I leave.” The salesgirl’s eyes widened in shock as she accepted the card. “Ma’am, you should know that those shoes cost fifteen thousand dollars.” “It’s alright,” Light replied with a polite smile. “Please gift the girl a pair of shoes as well, and you can deduct the amount from this card later.” “Sure,” the salesgirl stammered, clearly taken aback by Light’s request. Once the transaction was complete, Light walked out of the mall, but her steps were slow, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and anticipation.

You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

He looks amused but eventually, he smiled again. "You are eye-catching. But don't worry, I don't do hookups, If I like a girl, I'll be loyal asf" I smirk upon hearing his remarks "Don't play mind games on me, Mister! I'm way better than a player!" I said with a devilish smile. Men will always be men. They are all sweet talkers until they got what they want.

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.

"What's the matter? Isn't this your favorite? I haven't given you much over the years, so why aren't you happy when I finally do?" I sighed, a wry smile on my lips. "So you do know that you haven't given me much." He stopped short, then stood up, clearly annoyed, and started to shrug off his suit jacket. "I give you plenty of spending money every month. You can buy whatever you fancy. Why bother with gifts? "If you don't like it, just toss it," he said. "Okay," I replied, my voice even. With that, I chucked the necklace and its box into the trash can.

"Well, I guess that's the romantic part – we're supposed to drown in our partner's eyes or something." Although, I said it lightheartedly, staring into her chocolatey browns now, I knew I meant every word I said. "So, are you drowning in my eyes?" She asked, voice softer than silk. Although, my brain was screaming 'yes,' what came out of my mouth was: "what do you think?" "I think the reason you're looking at me the way you are now, is because I look weird with this black wig," she chirped between chuckles. "How am I looking at you now?" I asked, aware that my heart was racing now. "Like you can't look away," she whispered, staring at me with a look which I couldn't quite decipher, b

Back then, Lucas had said with a laugh, "Like anything would happen. Don't let her intrude on our private time." Still, out of politeness, I had exchanged numbers with her in the end. After a moment's hesitation, I tapped the message open. In the video, Serena was wearing a striking red dress. The straps were barely clinging to her shoulders. Her posture was seductive, and her face glowed with a smug smile. Standing beside her was Lucas. His coat was off, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. Several buttons on his shirt were undone, revealing his collarbone. His eyes were half-closed. He looked tired, yet completely at ease.

[Kiss Me Harder, I Won't Run, I Promise!] The whole building was overwhelmed by blue and red piercing lights that luminously swam in the atmosphere, mischievously travelling across the whole place whilst rudely exposing people who tried to hide their evil deeds — a few of them, of course not many liked how the light approached them.