Mr Gojo Novels & Stories

His hair was wavy black and there’s some of it that frame the right side of his face like bangs, the rest of it were tied in a braid that fell to his shoulder. Serenity oozed from this man and the gaze this man gave him was warm. Darrion was reminded of Gilbert when he saw this man. The only difference is that Gilbert is sometimes giving off that mischievous glint in his smile while this man is not. His smile looks genuine. “Myoga-sensei. This windlet insisted on me giving away information about our patient.” The other man said in Shouha. “Hm? Let me see…” The tall doctor examined the broken form. “Kuro-kun, eh? Why would you be interested in Kuro-kun?” the man asked in universal language wi

“Here is the report the General gave… ‘Ito Akihiko is beyond your wildest expectations. Has already experienced death once. Has taken out a nest of A-grade Akaname with only one support.’” “And who is this support?” “Sir the general said that it’s a mercenary who goes by the name of Yasuhiro Ritsu.” On hearing the name one of the figures who were sitting in their chairs gets up enraged- “Kill him… This is an order. If he is not dealt with immediately, he could prove to be quite the problem.” “Yes sir. He has also mentioned a very confidential piece of info in his report… ‘Wukong has arisen from his slumber.’”

“ You're joking, right? “ I asked Silver with a neutral expression on my face, while Maya looked like she would pass out any moment due to how nervous she looked. “ Of course, I’m not joking. Actually, I think Maya would be the perfect model for all my company designs, “ Silver said as he tucked both his hands in each of the pockets of his suit trousers. I opened my mouth to speak but Maya motioned for me to let her speak. Surprisingly, I kept my mouth shut and let her speak which was so unusual of me to obey anyone. What was this girl doing to me? “ Sir, you’ve clearly misunderstood everything and I’d be happy to explain to you since it concerns me, “ Maya said to Silver respectfully. “ Go

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.

Just a simple white mask. Matthew felt the strange presence in front of him. It was strange because he could see Megat, but he could not feel any astra coming from him. Matthew was on his toes and cautious facing Megat’s trump card. ….. While Matthew and Megat were fighting, Shiro and Sara who had been watching this the whole time were amazed. Sara was especially awestruck by their fight. “I can’t believe that a rookie can match up against a Legendary rank Hunter.” “Ex-Legendary.” Shiro corrected her.

No dragon. “Wh-who are you?” Nya stammared, her sword out in front of her as she prepared to defend herself. As far as she could see, he wasn’t armed, but he might be some sort of a sorcerer or something. As concerned as she was that the monster she’d come to kill had disappeared into thin air, she had to deal with this mysterious person first. He didn’t look threatening as he stood across from her, sizing her up, but he didn’t look happy either. Nya had faced off against many an angry, muscular man in her life. This guy was built like a slab of stone. Muscles on top of muscles. He was tall, too. At least a foot taller than her. He was glaring at her, which made his handsome face look dark a

Never in a million years would I have expected to see Sir Rigor in such a pathetic state. Zoro would have to gather all the dragon balls and become the Hokage before that happens. "D-Don't make me remember..." Sir Rigor whispered as he raises his head from the ground. In what seems to be a scene straight out of a horror movie, Sir Rigor's face was painted red, with his uniform stained by his own blood. His flesh near the forehead appears to be cut open as if he was struck by a tiger's claw. His face was already permeated by scars, but it looks like another one will be added.

He chuckled and called out, "Nice try, but you missed. Night Owl, your moves are getting sharper by the minute!" Perched high in the tree, his black garb melding with the shadows, he was a ghost among the leaves. Only his eyes, sharp and bright, gave away his presence in the dark. This was no ordinary man; he was Akutagawa Miura, the Night Owl, a seasoned ninja of the Auton family. Years ago, he had been Elio's mentor, teaching him the art of the sword. Now, as he reappeared, he bowed deeply, his voice tinged with pride. "Master Rinz, you have grown even stronger in your craft!"

Name: Hanz **** Age: 28 years old Identity: A6 Class Heroes Special Secret Identity: Army of Protective Team Cover Original World: Earth Ability: Strength System Name: System 00000007041236 Binding Method: Soul Contracted (Effective both to the system and Host) Special Circumstance: Accumalating Hatred #6 Grieving Man Ah, it really is a grieving man if it was only basing from the attitude alone. Maki, the one who was being fawned at silently raises his brow and look at the two guys.