Johnny Joestar Standing Novels & Stories

She landed on the other side with a soft bounce Johnny stood on the opposite side. His expression looked stern. “You are denying me what is mine. You don’t want me to have that hot little body that belongs to me?” “No. It is my body” He placed one knee on the mattress and his long arm shot out. His hand caught the end of her towel. He whipped it away in one quick motion and the towel fell to the floor.

Her eyes were red from crying. "You know this explosive Angel?" Kaitlyn asked. "Yeah. This is Jojo." He pointed a finger at the guy who still stood at an erect position. "And that is Will. They're my newly assigned bodyguards." "This crazy hoot is your bodyguard?" Kaitlyn remarked. Jojo sniffled and rested her head on Angel's left shoulder. "Yeah, I admit Jojo can be a little eccentric but she's alright, I promise." He smiled adoringly and smoothed her hair.

Upon hearing this, the first person Sliver suspected was Jared! 'No wonder this guy was so calm. He came prepared!' 'I've grossly underestimated him!' "Jared Johnston, you!" He had deployed so many men, yet Jared was still unscathed. This was an absolute slap to his face! Jared stood before him, his aura imposing, like a king standing before the masses. Behind him, Janus stood respectfully. Yet, at this moment, a young man walked out of the darkness and came to their side.

“No, I won’t.” “Apologize, or I’ll make you apologize,” Dario spoke in a threatening tone. I didn’t know whether it was because he held an actual position, but he seemed different. He seemed more serious and determined. I supposed Johnny could see it as well because this time he turned around to face Kenzo and the twins and didn’t hesitate. “I’m sorry,” Johnny said. “If you really knew me, you would’ve known that I wasn’t actually going to do anything.”

Even from a distance, I see how tense they look, shoulders stiff and faces guarded. And then there is him. Joey stands near the centre of the field, arms folded over his chest, observing us with an expression I cannot read. He is tall, broad, every bit the warrior, but something about him is off. Zanthe is always alert, yet this time she is practically snarling under my skin. She does not just dislike him—she wants to rip his throat out. His gaze lands on me the second I approach, a smirk curling at the edge of his mouth. I do not like it.

“Where the heck is he?” The southwestern part of the city; A sudden rapid flow of air concentrated around the pub making it look like a stage with the roof and furniture blown off. Jared at the right side backing the pub stand while staring at the Inhumane with his singlet off glowing in white at the opposite side backing the henchmen while doing few shoulders stretches with a big smile on his face getting ready for what it looked to be a hand to hand combat only between them without the use of weapons or the usage of potency. “Hmm, why are we standing here without doing anything, again?” The one with the brown dreadlocks packed upward asked.

I survived their first attack but I couldn't defend well against all three of them. In no time, they kicked me and I fell. One of them raised his sword and made it descend. I closed my eyes as I thought this would be my last moment in the world. But I didn't feel that sword cut on my skin. I opened my eyes only to find out that the same man had a sword in his stomach. The sword was removed and I could see the man behind the sword. It was Jojo. With his sword, Jojo combated the remaining two men and he came out on top. He didn't kill the men but he made sure to injure them. They had to look after their injuries.

However, Joseph still shouted, "You arrogant bastard! I won't allow you to humiliate the art of Shastia! I'm just a bit tired, so I need to take a break! That wasn't even my full strength!" Right after that, Joseph slammed the armrest of the chair he was in, and he sprung up to his feet from the momentum. Then, he got into a half-squat posture as he positioned both arms parallel to his waist. His face flushed red, and the veins on his neck throbbed. It seemed like he was circulating his energy throughout his body. Once Joseph was done with the energy circulation, he got into an offensive stance again, and this time, they could actually see waves of energy radiating from his fists.

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?”

Joey has been admitted to the hospital after the fight with Jaden and was undergoing intense treatment. He sustained a fracture to his left shoulder and a lot of bruises to his face. Since he has been admitted, Gusto has never left his side, he has been the only one that stayed with him. "Gusto, thank you for staying around me... I appreciate this a lot!" Joey almost in a fainted voice uttered to Gusto, just after he woke up. "You don't have to say that, what are friends for!" Gusto replied with a calm smile on his face, as he held Joey's hand lightly.