Santa Gojo Novels & Stories

she grumbled, pulling her hoodie up. She looked toward the big velvet chair at the end of the line. This Santa was tall, with broad shoulders that filled out the red suit perfectly, and his beard looked surprisingly real. The line was a nightmare of screaming toddlers and bells, but Jenna couldn't stop staring. This wasn't the usual mall Santa with a pillow stuffed in his suit and a beard held on by a visible elastic string. This guy was broad-shouldered, with a jawline that could cut glass and eyes so blue they looked like ice. He caught her looking more than once, his gaze lingering on her baggy jeans and the way her lips parted as she watched him.

bye Slightly annoyed, Keyla hung up and leaned back against her Genzo *guys* she sighed and Genzo gently poked her in the ribs *I didn't hear that now* Genzo stroked her cheek, Keyla turned to him and kissed him *I'm glad you're not overly clingy* giggling, she went back to her coffee *Honey, they know what they have in you. Then, for example, a wild tiger like Kojiro becomes a house tiger. Although he's only like that when you're near him* Genzo explained and Keyla couldn't get over it anymore. But yes, he was right, their boys were completely different on the field. Keyla was about to lean back against Genzo when a sharp pain ran through her back. She moaned and grumbled to herself

However, he started to play the first step to catch the gumiho. "Shut up!" snapped of Go Jo Woo to Bellona. Go Jo Woo raised his hand towards Genji, “Is he your friend? I think you are wrong, he is part of our members," he said. “Hey, is your name Go Jo Woo?” Bellona ask fearlessly. Go Jo Woo felt called after Bellona said her name, then eyes started to approach the girl. “How dare you say my real name!” Go Jo Woo growled. Turns out he hated it when his name was mentioned. Surprisingly, Bellona didn't even show any fear to Go Jo Woo. Maybe, because he didn't show a strange face.

The prints look like humans, but it has a missing toe on each side. Something crept through Ejima’s stomach, making the hair on her skin stand. She had heard tales of creatures with missing toes back in the village. Her uncle had told her scary stories of how these creatures offended the gods and were destroyed from the surface of the earth. Every story she had heard always painted the missing toe creatures like some mystical beings that do not exist. They were said to be barbarians who fed on anything that had meat. Go back now that you have the chance. A voice warned in her head but Ejima dismissed it. She unbuckled her sling from her waist and picked out three stones from her pouch. She m

It did not utter any single word as it waited for its master’s command. “Sora,” Santi called it, “You’ve been asleep for centuries. I bet you hadn’t stretched your muscles yet. How about you exercised for a bit?” The black irises of Sora slowly turned into purple. It had waited for its master to say it. Sora already felt its paws twitched in excitement. “Yes, master.” Sora said as it bowed its head. Afterwards, it turned into a black smoke as it disappeared in the room. Santi, who was left on his daughter’s chamber, raised his head for a bit while his eyes were closed. Then, the corner of his mouth rose. “I bet they would like the gift that I sent.” He said and laughed.

Piper. I gape at him, caught off guard by the arrogance lacing his words. “No,” I snap, recovering. “The CEO got me this dress. Who the hell is Santa anyway? I’ve never heard of such a name.” His grin falters just a little, but he quickly recovers, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Santa,” he repeats, his tone dripping with mockery, “is an Alpha who can grant your every wish. But I suppose if you’d rather believe it was the CEO…”

Said Kariya throwing up his hands. “Hey what’s the craziest thing you’ve seen in this world?” asked Dream Chaser. “My mom stopped a wind storm with her hand.” Said Kariya with a smile. “I’ve saw demons, Sacre is a demon that is now trapped as a bird because she transformed into a bird and stayed in the form too long.” Said Dream Chaser with a smile of her own.

“What’s your name?” Tarzan said nothing. She giggled. “Okay, Mr. No-Name. I can give you one. How about Gojo?” Lena, still lost in the music, hadn’t noticed yet. She assumed the voice was just background noise from the other passengers. “Do you like it?” Sakura continued. “It’s super popular in Japan because of all the anime characters—” Tarzan simply closed his eyes again and leaned back, ignoring her completely. Her smile faltered awkwardly. She quickly scanned the faces of nearby passengers, hoping no one had seen the rejection. The three teenage girls opposite them struggled to hold in their laughter.

You can’t outrun it, there’s no way to stop it from happening. “Clothes off here and put these on” scratchy grey blankets are thrust into our arms by a tall muscular Santo, looking down at us with almost black eyes as he snarls his contempt. Probably annoyed that they even allow my kind to go through this like everyone else does. Walking past as he dishes them out and I am aware that many have gathered around the ledges, and above us on the edges of the cliffs above to watch this.

If looks could kill I'm sure they both would have been six feet deep by then. "Dana what do you think about this cloth, it's so cute right?" Ella asked, showing me a red onesie with 'I love Santa Claus' Written on the front. "It's nice, get it for Jordan," I droned. "You're no fun," she replied and strode off to catch up with Rita. "Wait!" I suddenly spoke in the middle of their bickering. They turned to stare at me. "What is today's date?" "Nineteenth December. Why?"