Johnny Joestar Standing Novels & Stories

was going on? Justin's figure was shrouded in silver light in the night sky, making him look bigger and taller. He held the submachine gun with one hand and the military iron whip with the other. He curled his lips slightly. The people on the opposite side were all shot right in the bags on their right shoulders. They looked at each other and winked before they knelt down on one knee in front of Justin. "Young Master Leung!" Justin didn't hurt them because he noticed that they didn't intend to hurt him. But he didn't expect that they would kneel and call him Young Master Leung. Justin raised his brows. "You know me?"

Joao struggled to his feet, glaring at Adrian in anger. Adrian, unperturbed, asked, “What’s the matter? Want another taste?” He regarded Joao with a cold smile. Joao, now standing and stretching his limbs, declared, “You dare to attack me? You’re asking for trouble! Let me show you what real strength is!” A faint blue glow began to gather in his palm. Adrian shouted, “Hold on!” Joao’s heart sank. “What, are you scared now? It’s too late for that.”

Third Person's POV As the fight raged on, Jiro stiffened in surprise upon feeling strange energy in the air. "Tsk! What a bother..." He spoke as he stand up from leaning on the railings of the rooftop, before cracking his knuckles. "Fine, then. If we can't have the Princess, might as well destroy this nest they have created," Jiro stated before a dark magic circle appeared under his feet.

he whispers in my ear. I look up into his eyes, mesmerised by the intensity that they hold. I am about to say something when we are interrupted by someone yanking on my shoulder, pulling is apart. “What the hell, Aria?” It is Johnny. Reality suddenly comes crashing down on me and I feel my face heating up just thinking of the scene Johnny must have witnessed just now. What is wrong with me? “Get away from her” Johnny shouts at Stefan. Stefan stands straight to his full height, pulling his shoulders back and puffing his chest out. Stefan stands a full head taller than Johnny, who is by no means a short man. Johnny is leaner in build than Stefan, who is broad and muscular.

Jo shut her eyes for a second, just to center herself, and when she opened her eyes again, Zeke was standing between two huge men in Highwaymen cuts – and he was holding them apart. Jo stared, her brain slow to process what her eyes were actually seeing. But – yes, that’s what was happening… Zeke was standing between two furious men, feet planted firmly, one hand on each of their chests. Despite his greater height and width, his arms were straining with the effort of holding them away from each other as they struggled to escape his grip. Even from her distance, Jo could see the tension in his bulging muscles, the veins in his forearms popping… and he still managed to keep them apart.

The plasters on John's arms acted like hammers, altering the shape of Joe's head. Jojo was the president of Bellenuite, a wealthy woman with a promising future. Her boyfriend could not be a hideous monster!

"There are many who covet my life... Joestar, your methods are still insufficient." As soon as he finished speaking, the gun went off. Directly hitting him between the eyebrows. Joestar remained frozen in the position of raising his hands, his pupils dilated. Before he could even let out a scream, he fell forward. Blood splattered around, some droplets landing on Yosef's fingers. He furrowed his brows slightly. Patrick immediately ordered someone to bring a basin of water. Just as they were about to instruct someone to dispose of the body, Yosef spoke up.

His face was covered in ashes as he stretched his upper body up with great effort. As he did so, he was shocked to see that the battle was over. Hundreds of Neovito apprentices had collapsed to the ground, and screams of agony filled the sect. The only person left standing was Woody Henderson. "Boy, do you think you've won this time? Think again!" Johnny gritted his teeth and said, "You'll pay a heavy price for your actions. Death is the only end for anyone messes with Neovito." As Johnny spoke, he took out a bamboo tube and pressed a button at the bottom of the tube.

He stood there, a titan in a perfectly tailored black suit, his face carved from ice. His consigliere, Marco, was at his side, followed closely by several capos. Beside his towering figure, a small hand was clasped in his—a little boy dressed in an exquisite miniature suit, looking like an angel with his perfect features. The moment Joey saw him, he tried to yank me to my feet, but Dante's gaze had already locked onto our corner of the room. He saw me, kneeling pathetically on the floor. He saw my torn dress. He saw the red handprint on my cheek.

Juniper’s eyes reddened with tears, and she was about to run to him. Kayson raised his arm to stop her. “Don’t worry. Mr. Jones is not dead yet.” Upon saying that, he looked toward a dark corner on the upper right side. “Come out. There’s no need to hide anymore.” “What a keen sense of observation.” A middle-aged man with a look of approval on his face leaped lightly into the air and landed from upstairs. “I’ve only encountered master-level fighters at such a young age in Metrocity and Eastsea. Are you from either of these places?”