Jojo Satoru Novels & Stories

The fat man, short and pot-bellied, looked at the woman in the maid uniform in front of her. "You don't understand what a waiter means? It's a waiter's job to serve customers, not insults," snapped Don Lee. The woman was sobbing, shaking and frightened. His arrogance vanished, replaced by extraordinary fear. Several pairs of eyes turned back to the shop. Jeremy stepped into the car, he didn't want anyone to know, his real identity. "Junabe, you failed at being a leader. Accept this." The fat man gave a fairly large amount of money, by throwing it on the floor.

Mori greeted the man who was sitting. The man smiled, then looked at Akiko and Riko, who had straightened up. “Yes. Hmm… Do you both already know me or not?” The man asked kindly. Akiko shook her head, of course, but Riko nodded. “Oh… You don’t know me yet? I’m Ryusuke Sato. I’m currently serving as the CEO of Shingi Fusaya.” Akiko automatically bowed again, not expecting Sato to be the one running this company.

Smiling, I move to sit on the floor, next to the other instructor as Asano instructs them on the mat. "I heard from Asano-San that you accompanied Young-Master today." He says, his appraising gaze sweeping over me. "Ah, yes. I'm Jason. Jason Sakamoto." I bow slightly, stretching my hand out. "Joseph. Just Joseph." He smiles as he takes my hand in his, shaking it gently. "Nice to meet you." "Likewise. So how long have you known Shinigami-Kun?" "A couple months now." I reply, unable to help the smile that forms as the memory of our first encounter plays back.

"First it was Ms. Emiko, then Mr. Kaji. Those two Satoru brothers are really weird, aren't they?" "Shh," Nurse Natsuki placed her index finger over her lips. "Be careful what you say. Mr. Kano Satoru is the largest shareholder in this hospital. Don't let anyone who's pro-him hear any unflattering comments about him and then report you to him." Nurse Aoki covered her mouth with her hand, shuddering. It had been almost twelve days since Kano Satoru was discharged from the hospital after surgery, but her son, Kaji, came to see Jonas almost every day, bringing beautiful bouquets of flowers and delicious food.

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

“Huh? But Satou is a boy.” “…What?” Risa took off the straw hat, revealing a clean, short haircut. “I’m Satou Rishi from the baseball team. Same pronunciation, different kanji.” Takuto’s knees buckled. He nearly collapsed. Fate is messing with him. “You seem nervous,” Rishi said, unpacking. “Your face has been pale ever since we got off the bus.” Takuto stared at the nape of Rishi’s neck—there had been a red mole there in Risa’s past life—but it was hidden under the collar.

“How did he— ” “I can honestly tell you that wasn’t his intention when he first met you”. Rei pulls out of Riko’s hold. “He had to change his plans because of you, Sorahiko”. “Because of me?”. But I didn’t do anything. The first time I met Aito, I barely had a conversation with him. He just made dinner for me and Sakura, and— “Aito is the kind of person who has a different personality for each person he speaks to, but all his personalities have one thing in common…”. He leans forward, never breaking eye contact.

I turned to see Jiro standing next to me, his expression calm but his eyes sharp, studying Saki with a subtle intensity. “Everything okay?” Jiro’s voice was low, laced with a quiet possessiveness that was unmistakable. Saki’s gaze flickered between us, her lips pressed together in a tight smile. “Oh, yes, everything’s fine. Just catching up with an old friend of Haru’s. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” I could feel the slight tension radiating from Jiro, though his face remained neutral. He wasn’t openly confrontational, but there was something about the way he positioned himself beside me that sent a clear message: I was his.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.