Junko Enoshima Personality Novels & Stories

Enzo says. "It is not a problem for me at all. I am not a partying person, and I know that most people want to go to university and be free from their parents because they want to party and drink. I am not that type, and I wouldn't say I like the party and do not even like going out. That is why my brother and his friends call me a nerd. I am not like them. I am not like most young women today. I am only interested in my future, and I know my future will be great if I can work with you. You are the best programmer I know and can teach me a lot. I am not a fan girl but a fan of your work. I know that you have many women that are running off to you and trying to impress you, but I am not like

A man who had clawed his way to the top of the proverbial food chain through sheer grit Knox's expression remained indifference as he stared at the man lounging lazily in the high-backed armchair, swirling a glass of deep red liquid idly between his fingers. Though Enzo had lived for centuries, the ravages of time seemed to hold no sway over his striking features. He appeared no older than a man in his early forties. Even seated, there was an undeniable power and dominance to Enzo's presence that seemed to thrum through the very air around him like static electricity.

Noel muttered, “Fine. You got your looks from the Areses, but you got your personality from the Yorks. That’s way better.” Jenson smiled contemptuously and said, “Personality is greatly affected by external environmental factors. The Ares family has gone through countless catastrophes. That explains why our timid and slow-witted genes that are also prone to learning difficulties have long turned tenacious and unyielding by our external environmental experiences.” Noel’s expression turned extremely disheartened. He originally wanted to use love to get into Jenson’s head, but he never expected that Jenson’s little mouth was even worse than his ruthless daddy’s.

"Do you like them?" "...Thank you," Jenny replied, somewhat surprised. "But why did you give me flowers?" "I saw them at the florist and thought they suited you perfectly," Neo explained as he took a seat across from her. "Jenny, you're like a sunflower – radiant, lively, and full of energy. Being around you always gives me hope." "It's not as exaggerated as you make it sound..." Jenny reached out and touched her nose, cautiously asking, "Are you...alright now?"

I should have given him a chance to find a mate of his own choice – one with the ability to shift, no weird air powers, and no crazy prophecies making everything so damned difficult. But here he was – with me. I stared back. My whole body felt wound tight. Tension crackled in the air between us. The distant sounds of Doctor Who faded into background noise, a low hum that only served to make me more aware of the electricity shooting over my skin. And then Enzo kissed me.

QUADE "Don't you just hate it when the parents fight?" Enzo mocked, eyes twinkling in amusement, "those two seriously need to fuck already. There's not enough holy water in the world to cleanse my eyes after watching them." Zen rolled his eyes. They were opposites in every way, looks and personality. It was something I barely noticed before but nowadays, strange things caught my attention. Like the way Enzo had dirty blond hair, blue eyes, and a fucking pretty boy face with a mauled chest — thanks to me — and Zen with his dark eyes that were close to obsidian and his jet black hair. The brains and the brawn. It was obvious which was which.

"Nori, turn this way. Don't look at him" Enji said, pushing Nori's cheek with his pointer, so that Nori would look at his food. "He'll just ruin your mood okay. Think happy thoughts. Think about Ryuho" Enji is a curly brown haired cutie. With light brown eyes and thin pink lips. He also had good smooth pale skin which made him look innocent and well-behaved. He is Nori's best friend and they've known each other since elementary school.

The chinky white chibi doll and it reminded me of someone. I think it's somehow resembling Yukenzo. He's chinky, white, plain and----oh my God. Why did I even think about that guy all of sudden? Why he's invading my mind again? Gosh, this is something I can't tell. Something I cannot accept. Therefore, all the keychains are cute except that chinky chibi doll! Yukenzo is not cute! Definitely not! He's more boring and unattractive!

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

“Mom, what a terrible person my cousin is, I’m his cousin, why can’t he accommodate me and take care of me? It looks like he doesn’t want to be close to us. How could he?!” “Does he owe you anything?” Susan let out a “hmph” and said in a deep tone, “I’ve met Joshua a few times, and I know him pretty well. He has a detached personality, not close to anyone. Don’t think of him as one of those pursuers who keep after you all day. Your identity as a cousin is nothing different to him than that of a stranger. You can only obey him if you want to stand beside him!” “All right, I get it.” Susan curled her lip, but she didn’t take it seriously.