Jorge Joestar Novels & Stories

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

THE EX. Giordana. "Jasper." The name left my mouth before I could stop myself. Staring at the man before me that I had fallen in love with then, or so I thought. Nothing much had changed in his appearance except that his blonde hair was shorter, but the same amber-colored piercing eyes and thick lips. He looked taller, taller than before. He'd always been taller than me, towering above me with nearly one foot. The next thing I knew was the feel of arms around me. He hugged me.

I am sorry for not being there and for not being able to tell you anything. I was so happy when you called me dad. I was waiting for that day but unfortunately, I will not be there to see my little girl turn into a lady. I wish I will be there to correct my mistakes and make amendments but I just hope you will forgive me. You know, we all have roles to play in this life but we decided which role to play. we are all protagonist in our movie and also an antagonist to others. The first day I saw you, I knew that something great was coming but I couldn't place a hand on it.

Although I still see him, King Alword in my dreams haunting me. Am 18. Neither tall nor short, have long black hair, blue ocean eyes, pink lips and possess a super power. I have the ability to heal anything. Cool right??. I checked the time on my phone screen and sigh, i don't wish to be late. I tossed away the blanket from my body and stood up, I head towards my bathroom and had a nice bath. The warm running did a really good job on my skin. After bathing, I cleaned myself with my towel and applied body lotion. I got dressed in my favorite blue bib jumpsuit and white sneakers, I packed up my hair in a high ponytail before I glanced back at the mirror. Yeah am ready.

They always used hushed tones to avoid Hibiki hearing them, and I guess they used Japanese so dad wouldn’t understand them and know what nefarious things they are plotting. “I still can’t believe it.” I shook my head as I focused on my game of Overwatch. “I’m telling you it’s true. She told me herself. Yūri was a Yakuza. A legend in her youth.” Forrest said, taking down an Ana from the opposing team. “Somehow, it doesn’t surprise me. You’ve seen that look in her eyes when she talks about taking out Ryōta. That’s the look of someone who’s taken a life.” Darius shrugged as his character took down an Orisa.

expressed Louise without keeping down by any stretch of the imagination. "Eh? Be that as it may, I, a Three Star Iron Swordsman, has never lost a match to even one Silver Swordsman… " expressed Lorist as he scratched his nose, humiliated. "Those are simply competing matches in the foundation! How is it possible that those could contrast with life and passing fights with supernatural monsters? Your rivals were simply backing off of you. I truly don't get what those old mongrels at the foundation find in you. They might have quite recently selected one Silver Swordsman from so many others… Why did they bring you along as a protector all things being equal?" Louise felt that it was incredibly u

When puffy ears could be displayed and the moving tail, she was sure it was Goro. "Could you get him off?" "No. I think he's doing you a favor." "This isn't what I meant though." "He's helping." He says it affectionately while reaching for Goro atop her. She thinks he wanted to pet him. "Fine." .... "Where's Grand Iruka-sensei?" "I haven't seen him." "Okay." "Wait why is Goro on your shoulder?" "Ask Goro. He doesn't want to get off so Dune made him some kind of carrier. He spoils him too much."

Giovanni’s face said it all, he was not going to let this go. “I would first like to introduce you to my older brother, Nicolas D’Angelo, the REAL and rightful heir to this whole empire” Dante said, looking at Giovanni as people gasped, muttering between themselves “I was just as surprised as you currently are when I found out, but then again, it seems like our beloved father hid more than just my brother…”

Galbraith admitted immediately that he was not a match for this person. “How is that possible? You are a 7 Stars Beastman Warrior!” Jack couldn’t help but raise his voice. 7 Stars was the pinnacle of Beastmen and even among this pinnacle, Galbraith had almost no rivals. Individuals like Kaizo who could make him uncertain of his victory or loss were rare enough, but to proclaim that there was one who would defeat him without a hitch was absurd.