Novel & Cerita Aizawa X Midnight

He turned to look at the maid, his eyes transmitting a message only known to them, but she understood his unsaid words in their entirety. (Don't tell me those boys...) - Those were her thoughts, he was scared that it was the truth. "Azazel, those males are they in the report?!" - He screamed at him. "Let me check." - He started to flip the remaining pages and soon found the one he was looking for. "The males are known as; Minamoto Reiji, Human. Age 22, Son of random high-class Human Mages, has Sacred Gear 'Perfect Warrior'." - He mentioned the first one.

her stomach fluttered. Tonight, as the last customers left and the clock struck ten, Aiko locked the door with a soft click. Her manager had asked her to stay late to deep-clean before tomorrow’s early opening. She dimmed the lights, leaving only the warm lantern glow, and began wiping down the counter. The scent of matcha powder still lingered heavily in the air. A soft knock made her freeze. Through the glass door, Yuji stood under the lantern light, his dark eyes locked on hers. Aiko’s heart raced. She should ignore him. Instead, her small hand turned the lock.

Right before I lost all consciousness, I saw those strange floating words in front of me again. [The side character has died such a tragic death. The villain will surely go crazy.] [My god! How could they do that to my favorite villain pairing? They are so much more believable than the main characters!] When I opened my eyes once more, the pain had completely vanished. I subconsciously looked at the clock on the wall. Midnight. Comments appeared in front of me again. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

“Okay, go up for ten minutes. But no one should know about this, Aiko, okay?” “Yes, yes, yes!” Aiko hurriedly climbed up the stairs and went directly to Goo’s room. He shares his room with a guy who also knows her anyway. “You care about me?” “You’re the only sick person who still has the audacity to be sarcastic…Take this one later at midnight. I bought porridge and noodles in case you don’t like the food in the pantry.” “Thanks. How’s Miya?” “Doing better than you. Your athletic body has no match against Miya’s. Haha.”

"I'm offering you the kindness you brats don't deserve! At least be grateful!" "Fine! Hurry up and eat, dead eyes!" |...| The world is... finish! Its days are numbered, and Ishigami's reign will begin! "Miles! What are you spacing out for?" "Uhh... Ishigami, what the fuck is that?" "A teleporter I built!" "And how the fuck did you do that?" "Shiatsu is a master of merchandise! He knows the ins and outs of every product in Midway! He got me some scrap material from his parent's junkyard!"

Only and Ally and Tori could always be this happy all the time. "Hey!" Carson shouts after Tori as she runs around the bench snickering. Tori laughs and licks what appeared to be chocolate cake mixture off her finger. "Out! Out!" Carson says shooing them out of the kitchen. Both girls laugh and dash out like hyper puppies. "Finally, they're gone!" Miki says exaggerating slightly, a small smile on her face. "They've been at it forever. Sometimes those two are too hyper." I sit at a seat in front of the counter, leaning my chin on a hand. A door opens and a few seconds later Ember waltzes in, butt naked. I turn away, still unable to look directly at people when they were naked.

He had in his office the scarce evidence, a few photographs of crime scenes, drawings and even vampire cartoons, of something he was completely sure, that was done by a human, and he was someone who knew where to attack, supernatural beings did not exist, The science that he loved so much made him doubt about those nocturnal creatures, this was a man who hated the female gender, and he would find it. The headlines read: STRIKE AGAIN! THE MIDNIGHT KILLER. Now they were two women who were presumably servants of the night, they woke up on the nearby dock, both with looks of terror and those marks made with a fine-edged weapon. A figure was walking along the pier, it was close to five in the mor

Every pack began to hear of the incredible child that had recently been born into the Midnight pack, placing the pack on high alert. Nine months passed and it seemed as though tension with other packs was starting to relax. They seemed to take the news of this child as a gift and not something to fear. Still, security around the small town of Atlas, the home of the Midnight pack, didn’t let up. Patrols were sent out every night, twice as many warriors as there used to be all to ensure the child was kept safe.

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

--- K Whatever NEXT ARC: Leng, The Garden Master UPCOMING TITLE: Eliminate The Emperor's Crown