Jujutsu Kaisen X Reader Novels & Stories

Austin stared at the man who still had his black sunglasses on, "Who are you and why are you telling me all of this and how can I know you are not giving me false information and lying to my goddamn face, old man," "Kazuno Daiki," The old man introduced himself. He took off his sunglasses and Austin noticed he was wearing a left eye patch, "The leader of Kazuno Clan, my older brother dug out my left eye with his own hand. He was afraid of the growing power I had and I was thrown into a foreign land," Austin winced and looked away, "What do you want from me? You can't be telling me this for no reason," "Revenge," Daiki stated. Austin turned his head back to him and waited for an explanation,

He only felt as if his right fist was crushed by a crushed machine, and his bones were almost broken. "How dare you hurt Xiaoye? You're courting death!" Miyamoto Inuichiro rushed over. Yang Xiao smiled coldly and kicked on a bench opposite her. The bench exploded like an arrow off a bow and hit Shinichi Miyamoto hard on the knee. With a clang, Shinichi Miyamoto fell down in pain. The young man, Xiaoye, was shocked. "Miyamoto, this pig is a martial artist!" "Fuck!" Miyamoto Ichiro climbed up from the ground awkwardly.

I want to show Xavier that I can win if I try or want to. As we fought, I spotted an opening in her defenses. Adrenaline surged through me as I delivered a decisive blow, sending her stumbling backward. The crowd gasped, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze. I followed up with one last strike, and Riza went down. Applause erupted around me as I stood there, catching my breath. I couldn't help but feel proud—not as royalty, but as a fighter who earned her win. My eyes searched the crowd until they landed on Xavier. To my disappointment, he wasn't smiling. If anything, he looked angrier than ever.

Lexus and I choose to train in the sand and gravel ring next to them. We are both stretching when I heard Jaxson shout in pain. Kayden must kick his first betas ass. "I heard you nailed Mark last time. I hope to have a chance with you." Lexus said. I study him, I know his type of a fighter. He is like my brother. Very humble but deadly. After stretching, we circled each other. Testing and thinking the strategy that were going to use. I know he is waiting for my moves that's why I fake to hit him in the stomach. He automatically dodged my hand and give me a smack on the left cheek.

X chuckled seductively. “Um, thank you?” I squeaked, trying to pull the T-shirt down a bit more. My ass was covered, but I still felt naked as I felt his gaze linger on my body. “Why so shy, Rei?” X asked with a confident smirk and his eyes dancing in a very naughty way. I felt a blush creeping across my face under his intense gaze. He grinned slyly and bit his lip, sending shivers down my spine. Fuck. He was a dream and yet X gave me all the feels as if he was real.

THAT IS THE END OF Xiu's STORY. NEXT UP WILL BE JIA'S

While trying to be a good guy, he was actually becoming a bad guy as he felt like his efforts to get her hands off, worked completely opposite and at the moment it felt like she was just toying with him. Tsarayu suddenly noticed Xue turning back. He quickly got his right hand out, leaving Mei's hands where it was, still grabbing his manhood. Tsarayu turned a page of his book, making it seem like he was still reading, while Mei kept playing with his thing below the book. "Hey, you keep reading that book. Is that book any good?" Xue asked in an innocent voice, "This book? Yeah, it is indeed good. It's an action-adventure story about a person with a tragic past," Tsarayu could barely focus hims

He slapped them away with one hand, because the other hand was holding his daughter. Yamamoto Kusakara climbed off the ground and couldn't believe everything that had happened. The proud jonin was slapped on his face by a young man from Huaxia; he couldn't possibly put up with it. He raised his sword and yelled crazily, "You Huaxia people! I'll perish with you!" "I think you just said it's no use to risk lives. That it was power what mattered more." Qin Haodong dodged Yamamoto Kusakara's slashing; he lifted his foot and kicked on his belly. The kick was almost on the same spot Yamamoto had just kicked on Lei Tianrui. Yamamoto was kicked away for ten more meters.

Kenji circled, slow predator, jet hair slicked, ruthless, dragon tattoo peeking, collar-open gi, porcelain skin sheened with faint exertion. "Breathe into the draw," he murmured, gravel-velvet low, positioning behind—chest brushing my back, heat-jarring, scarred jaw grazing asymmetrical bob. His hands overlaid mine on the hilt, porcelain fingers guiding steel whisper-pull, bodies aligning forms intimate. "Speed is surrender. Precision claims." Bokken flashed arc perfect, my strike slicing air hiss, mahogany arm extending unyielding. He pressed closer fraction, hips nestling mine deliberately, breath hot lobe. "Again."

If I am to see the world, I need to get stronger. I feel his stare on me. “Take a break,” X snaps. I get up from the ground, walking to the bag Emili had packed for me. X goes into the big ring. I study the movements of his back muscles, how big his arm is when he lifts up the tops, ducking down so low to step inside it. “This is a sand bag,” he turns, patting the bag. You're going to punch, kick, slap. What ever you can do,” X says, “to make sure it moves.”