Yandere Gojo 소설 & 이야기

"Oh come on. Fuck that Cindrella look and be Moana or Elsa. Urgh, these princess names! The Aurora I know would never miss a chance to show someone who the boss is. You seriously want Jessica to take over you?" "No." "Good. Because I am not just doing this for you. I don't want to miss the opportunity to dance with you, plus I get to make that Silver Hair jealous. He has always been on the lead, today I will be." He winks and I fold my arms over my chest. "What? Silver hair is a good name. It...umm...Gojo Satoru has silver hair! He is the strongest." I laugh. "You are seriously intending to bring anime in here?" Alex knows that I am currently being a fan of anime and since I started watching

“It’s my fault.” “No, it’s not his fault,” Theia countered. “I can explain, Alpha.” Jeong stepped forward. “Amelia, Theia, and Ren just arrived and Emil called Ren Uzui.” “Uzui?” There was a frown on Ryden’s forehead. “Tengen Uzui, one of the characters in Demons Slayer. He’s a white-haired guy, a powerful fighter but has lost a hand and eye.” “And?” “Emil thinks Ren dyed his hair to look cool,” Jeong added. “And he also said that Amelia isn’t a pack member anymore.”

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

Yahiko hummed before he said, “By the way, Nanako, did the chairman of Kobayashi Pharma, Kobayashi Jiro, go over there and ask to see you?” “Yes, Eminent Father!” Yahiko replied, “You are not young anymore. You should not continue staying away from the opposite sex all the time. I have made contact with this young man, Jiro, before. He is only two years older than you and he is a very promising young man. It isn’t a bad idea for you to have more contact with him in the future.”

Mena was sweeping the floor while I wiped down the counters, her discomfort with my help painfully obvious, though I found it amusing. “Mr. Gojou doesn’t stay here often,” she replied, her words clipped. “He spends most of his time in Kobe, now that he’s no longer in charge.” I frowned, surprised. I hadn’t known Gojou had a home in Japan or that he stayed there frequently. His absence felt like another piece of the Morunaga puzzle falling into place, though the full picture remained frustratingly out of reach. I hesitated before asking about Suniza. Ryuu’s words from the previous night echoed in my mind. Selfish bitch. Not my mother. Those revelations had left more questions than answers, bu