Novel & Cerita A Story Of Yonosuke

“Look at my legs; they are completely useless now. If it wasn’t for my loyal servant Tanaka who pushed me off the viaduct, I would have been slashed to death.” Ito Yahiko purposely brought this up to prove to Sheldon subtly that his survival had nothing to do with Sheldon or Schulz family. He then continued, “As for my daughter, she was ambushed by ninjas in Kyoto and very luckily was saved by a master. Otherwise, I would probably be attending my daughter's funeral now. Imagine a poor white-haired old man like myself sending off his young, black-haired daughter!” Yahiko then pretended to be curious and casually asked, “By the way, Mr. Schulz, your son, and daughter, it seems like they were a

I have to roll my eyes because he was busy groping some brunette's ass. That's Honjo Tanaka for you, my best buddy. I met Honjo a few years back, the time when I dropped out of college. I got into a fight in a bar, and was outnumbered. Honjo was at the corner drinking his beer, looking like the epitome of boredom. I guess he thought the fight was unfair, so the Japanese descent Yakuza stepped in the fight, and said, “Since the fight is pretty unfair, I might as well kill my boredom by joining in the fun. Now come pretty boys, show me what you got,” and then he winked at me.

Everything looked different to her, she felt different and at that moment, she knew something would not be the same again. "Congratulations, Mrs. Noah," someone said as they walked past her. Crystal simply nodded and smiled, then glanced over to her side. A gasp left her lips when she spotted one man that always got her attention. Guilt began to well up inside of her as she took in the tall, muscular blonde haired man who stood, towering in front of his grey haired grandfather. She found herself leaning on her palm as she stared at him, the way he smiled showed off his white teeth, and the way his suit hugged his muscled body made her feel warm in so many places.