Santa Gojo Novels & Stories

"He's a siphoner, which means he can't do magic." Oh. So Jun knows. Right then, he wonders what the hell is he still doing there? He seems to be useless as it is. He has so many questions and he still wants answers. For one, what does Joaquin need from him? There was no way he’s standing in front of someone whose existence is ambiguous if it’s just for show. Joaquin purses his lips, and then he nods, "What's your name, witch?" "Hiro Kitagawa," he answers.

“Oh my God.” My father sounded smug now. “Exactly. So clean up your attitude before you get here.” “I—” A voice crackled softly through my headphones behind me. Low. Calm. Familiar. “Ivy.” My blood froze. Slowly, I turned back toward my laptop s creen. The livestream was still running. The masked man sat motionless in the darkness. Watching me. Then quietly: “Go welcome your Christmas present.”

I said, stupid for a beat, until I turned and saw Luca under a tarp, the medic kneeling in blood, packing gauze that refused to stay white. “You’re coming with us,” I said, voice shaking. “Someone has to keep them busy,” he said. “I have done worse for less.” I shook my head hard. “No. Not after finding you again.” Santo grabbed my face in both hands and forced me to look at him. His eyes were watering. “The world doesn’t give second chances, mija. You take this one.” He yanked the gold cross from his neck and shoved it into my palm. “For luck. Not faith.”

Snow hissed against the windows. He was already inside. Leaning against the marble island like he owned the place. This Santa is leaner than the first, all wiry muscle and long limbs, black satin half-mask, crimson velvet coat hanging open over bare, sculpted chest. A thin line of dark hair ran from his navel straight into low-slung black pants. A single red ribbon was tied around the base of his very obvious, very hard cock, the bow resting against his hip like a gift tag. He crooked a finger. “Come here, Noelle.”

Junior, not to be left out, chimed in, “And I made a snow angel.” He lay down in the snow, waving his arms and legs like a tiny, fluttering bird. Yuki laughed, her eyes shining with happiness. “Well, it looks like we have some talented snow artists here." Angela helped Junior up, brushing off the snow, while Yuki snapped photos to capture the moment. “I am going to show Gojo and his dad these pictures”. “Will Gojo visit us during Christmas, Auntie Yuki?” Liya asked. “Of Course baby, he will love to”.

He got that sense of bad boy when you look at him. “Oh, excuse me.” The guy said. Then he walked past Jai and to the door, passing by Harris who’s entering the place. “Hey, you left me.” Harris faked a pout. But Jai wasn’t looking at him, he was looking at the red haired guy who just left. Harris realized whom Jai was looking at. “Oh. That’s Satoru Hirabayashi.” “Who?” Jai looked at him. “Satoru Hirabayashi from the Hirabayashi clan. He’s one of the geniuses of this generation. He’s a very skilled hunter.” Harris said.

The fact that they were peeking around a sequined Christmas tree with pointy ice crystal ornaments only added to the whole disconcertingly ominous picture. “You’re going to make kids afraid of Santa’s helpers,” Meghan said, smacking her brother. “Parents will be investing in therapy instead of building blocks.” “What do you think?” James asked Starlight, pointing at his sweater. Starlight grimaced. “It’s kinda… creepy.” James laughed. “Runner-up,” Elijah said. “But I’ll give you an A for effort.” She took in Elijah’s sweater. Dark green with wide red stitching at the collar and cuffs, a googly-eyed reindeer head smiled at her. Not only did Rudolf’s nose glow brightly, but its antlers were de

Well, I’m on my way. ... Reminder, the distance from Goa Jepang to Goa Gajah is 1.196,7 Km. “Arrgh! Why should I get such an opponent?!” Koji shouted. Suddenly, he senses something coming from the sky. Koji evades it immediately and it is a very old geezer who was about to send him a lethal attack from the sky. “Are you the one who occupies Goa Gajah, old fart?” Koji asked upset. The old man who wears an anime girl shirt gets up and says, ”Kids these days do not know manners, eh?”

I then raise my head to look at the face of the sub-shit who dares to touch me without my permission. Santo. Santo Ganovese. SANTO fucking GANOVESE is holding me!? He leans slowly towards me, and I just want to turn around and make love to his mouth. . . . Make love to his what? Oh fuck, calm down Didi!

My legs don’t give out under me. Akio is on both knees, holding a finger under William’s nose. He quickly looks to Sensei, a little bit of relief in his voice. “Sore wa kare no byōkidesu.” Gojo Sensei nods, his face serious. “What’s going on?” I step forward again. It seems like my legs are too frozen to move at the pace I want them to. “What’s wrong with him?” My voice is rough, panicked. The dagger drops from my hand. “Akio, what the fuck is going on?”