Jojo Mikitaka Novels & Stories

He cries in silence while wincing in pain once a while before the anesthesia given to him kicks in fully and sends him sleeping for a long time. --------------- It was 9:00 in the evening when Anna struggles to find the keys to the entrance of her apartment from her light brown bag that contained both necessary and unnecessary stuffs. What she considered necessary included her purse, keys to both her office and her apartment, her personal notepad where she made little notes while trying to analyze the personalities of people around her, her laptop for research purpose and her pink knitted muffler which she got from Josh, last year’s Christmas along with a necklace whose pendant was shaped li

"I'm Shin's lover." Because if you don't answer like that, Redric worries that the security guard won't let him in. Then Redric has succeeded in entering Shin's yard. After parking the car, Redric immediately got down and ran to the main door of Shin's house. She pressed the bell, and before long the door opened, revealing a strange girl Shin's age. Yeah, Chika. Then Redric was surprised because the one who opened the door was a girl who insulted Shin a while ago when Shin and Redric were at the restaurant. Redric still recognizes Chika, but Chika doesn't seem to recognize Redric's face.

Kit looked over her shoulder at the retreating woman. “Mitsuhide I have seen her before,” Kit said. “Okay,” Mitsuhide said. “No. Mitsuhide. I have seen her everywhere we have gone this weekend,” Kit said. “Maybe she lives over here,” Mitsuhide said. “She was watching us every time,” Kit said. “Mitsuhide was her eyes green?” “Yes, strikingly green,” he said. “Mitsuhide she is the one from the cave,” she said. “What?” he asked.

“Look, you’re mad. Punch me.” “I think getting physical doesn’t suit my temper,” I said. “You’re petty. This is low.” “You haven’t seen her being petty yet,” another voice broke into our conversation. The owner of the voice walked down the stairs, black almond-shaped eyes looked down amused. He was half Korean, nicknamed Misha. His birth name was Gun Min He. He was the oldest member of KJM, having quit the FBI four years ago to work with us. With a lean, muscular figure and a height of about 5’8”, he had a presence that commanded attention.

Lyra trails off but is cut off by mum. “As I said, everything is written down and no compromises can be made” She states getting up. “Now I’ll leave you two to decide what’s best for you and if you both fail to abide by any rules, there are circumstances” She spoke with utmost composure but the venom lasting in her tune was loud and clear. Kato growled disturbed by the precedes of the outsider I stood feet away from. He doesn’t like her too. “You won’t sign those papers” I stated my tune hard and daring her to do otherwise.

Jairon commented to me, then turned behind him. I saw his brow furrow in surprise. I took advantage of that to stand up and motioned to my companions to come closer. I want to laugh because they tortured me with their glares at the same time. "Bae, these are my friends. The Atrómitos Orgánosi heads are Aycxe, Shiela, Noella, and Sophia." I pointed them one by one. "He's my husband, Matthew," said Sophia as she put her hand on her husband's arm.

It feels fake. The Elder announces, "I now pronounce Domine Ashford and Ella Whitmore as mates! Let us bless them!" But right then— The giant screens in the temple suddenly flicker to life. Everyone freezes. Domine turns to look at the screen. The footage starts. It’s a cave. Ella is standing there, holding a small vial.

He loved how her stares made him feel. --- The night was still young. Jesse and K were out again on the street. They just finished eating, both of them were feeling so full and satisfied with their meal. Jesse got them Shoyu ramen bowls. K was berating him for eating the pork char siu slices on the side, being that he was Jewish. He just laughed it off, clearly rebellious of his faith and even went as far as mocking Judaism. He remarked that it was getting tougher and tougher to be a bad Jew. And that if necessary, he would kill his rabbi with a pork chop without any hesitation, should his religion be an impediment at how he wanted to live his life. K was so amused at Jesse's shrewd thinking

************************************************* Warning: Alternative POVs ************************************************* 1-04-2113 (11:00 pm Kyoto: Original City, Japan) ************************************************* Isuzu Kai-Mikumi hated Japan. Well no, she hated her home, not so much the country. The country had never wronged her. As far as she was aware, she’d lived a relatively blessed life, good friends, and a good neighborhood. She was treated relatively well, and on certain days she had the love of a man; biologically her father.

Her white uniform set off her fair skin, making her look even more seductive. “It’s okay. Experts like him must have strong pride. Without pride, one cannot be the strongest. I finally understand why the Refined Blade Dojo can stand firm in Riverbank for so long. It’s because of you, Murao Hokujo. You are the treasure of this dojo,” Aiden said. “Treasure of the dojo? I like the way you put it,” Reiko said with a smile. “Actually, Murao isn’t the face of our dojo. It’s actually Jiro Sakamoto. He and his brother, Taro, are the youngest of us all who became grandmaster in kendo.