Jorge Joestar Novels & Stories

When my opponent faints, in less than 6 seconds, I drop his body to the ground and look at the fascinated head warrior. Well, I see you've had good teachers. Who trained you, and where did you learn that? I've been training with the leaders of the River Ash Pack since I was six years old. They trained me and the Alpha's son together. This blow I just did, I learned from a Portuguese werewolf I met. He called it "Mataleão," which means "lion kill." - You have to explain that blow to us. - It will be my pleasure. - I answered him.

If he could scare Sebastian and escape safely, he wouldn't care at all about the rest. "An ally? How powerful is this ally? Tell me about it. If I get scared, I might actually let you go!" Sebastian said, smiling coldly. Zephyr swallowed and loosened his tie. He said proudly, "You must have heard of Mr. Tomas Argento from the Sanguis Cult! He's the successor of Yutaria's Blade Slice move!"

he said. “Yes, Otto is perfect. He can use his powers on them,” Ario said, smiling. “But what happens when we know who is attacking your majesty?” Jorge asked. We turned to him. Jorge has been here, and he has learned to be quiet. We know he knows where Selene is, and if we wanted to seek her out, we would have done it, but we want her to come out herself. Selene escaped, and nobody knows where she is, but of course he knows, and we know he is telling her everything; he thinks we are fools.

“I want REVENGE. He’s gonna watch you suffer.” He's now standing directly in front of me, eyes flicking over my frame—not in a friendly way,not in a sexual way… he's sizing me up like an animal he'd like to put down. “What revenge? Aiden has nothing to do with you people”. Jorge's smile fades as he crouches down,his eyes dark and sharp as they gleam under the light. “Don't pretend to be dumb with me,doll. I know you know he's a goddamn mobster.“

“Alpha Damien, please. I’ve served your father, and now I serve you. This palace is my home. I would never hurt your wife on purpose.” But all I could see was the angry red mark on Liora’s arm where the hot soup had burned her. The pain in her eyes. The way she had jumped back, crying out in shock and hurt. “It wasn’t an accident,” Liora said firmly, her voice steady despite the tears in her eyes. “She did it on purpose. I saw the look in her eyes right before she ‘tripped.’” Sage stepped forward, her face twisted with disbelief. “You’re going to take the word of a stranger over someone who has been part of this pack for years?”

Jacob could choose. We both went over and joined them on the blanket. “He sure is a handsome little fella, isn’t he?” Gabriel asked. Jacob was running his fingers through his shiny coat of golden brown hair as he relaxed on his lap. My baby girl was trying to reach over and touch him. “Yes, he is and look at his paws. It’s white, and he has a white patch of hair in the middle of his forehead. It looks like a heart shape.The others don’t have it.” Jacob said in a voice laced with excitement. I placed a finger gently on the little one’s forehead and said, “It really does look like a heart! And you’re right, Jakey, the others don’t have the same mark. This little one sure is unique. How about

“You’re stronger than you think.” Nyomei’s stomach twisted, but she rose anyway. “Thanks,” she said quietly, nerves prickling under her skin. She walked toward the gate that led out to the sparring ground, each step heavier than the last. Across the field, her opponent was already grinning as he warmed up. Wiry, confident, and brimming with kinetic energy. He bounced on the balls of his feet, fists flaring with dull-orange sparks. “Your opponent,” the announcer said, “is Orin Zarrin. Mage class. Energy Burst magic.”

"Oh come on. Fuck that Cindrella look and be Moana or Elsa. Urgh, these princess names! The Aurora I know would never miss a chance to show someone who the boss is. You seriously want Jessica to take over you?" "No." "Good. Because I am not just doing this for you. I don't want to miss the opportunity to dance with you, plus I get to make that Silver Hair jealous. He has always been on the lead, today I will be." He winks and I fold my arms over my chest. "What? Silver hair is a good name. It...umm...Gojo Satoru has silver hair! He is the strongest." I laugh. "You are seriously intending to bring anime in here?" Alex knows that I am currently being a fan of anime and since I started watching

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”