Akane Yamamoto Novels & Stories

She had somehow managed to disappear into his closet and emerge wearing one of his white shirts. It reached halfway down her thighs. Her dried hair was pushed over one shoulder. Kane stopped. Mona glanced at him. Her eyes immediately brightened. "I'll call you later. Bye." She ended the call. Kane folded his arms. She pointed toward the kitchen. "Adam made ramen." Kane glanced over. Two bowls sat on the counter, steam curling into the air. Adam had added soft-boiled eggs, green onions, mushrooms, and slices of meat.

"Ojou! How can you die?!" "Oujo! We shall avenge you!" "Who the hell shot Oujo! Is it the Munakata Group?!" The ramblings of Yamamoto members could be heard but for Akira Yuuto, those were ramblings of idiots. His eyes fixed at the woman who was lying on the coffin. She wasn't an unrivaled beauty nor she had feature of a goddess but this woman was Yuuto's whole world. It was still fresh in his mind, the first time he was brought to Yamamoto Group and met her.

Yamamoto from Japan. This distinguished designer, over seventy years old and a national treasure in Japan, reportedly had a good relationship with the world-renowned design maestro, Danny Lin. He was highly respected in the design world. But this master had a peculiar temperament and high standards, rarely impressed by any work.

We strided out of the place in few minutes and we were on the lanes once again. We entered to the city of Akihabara as we drove through the streets and stopped at a place called Yamano. It was a small meat restaurant in Akihabara with only 17 seats. Zen told me that Yamano serves finest quality of A5 rank Japanese beef and some of the most rare part of meat. As well as Yakiniku (Japanese style BBQ) dish, hot pot dishes are their another specialty. I was excited as well as curious at how amazing it must taste to earn such a feat to be called the best maet restaurant. We walked into the restaurant as we were greeted by a elderly woman leading us to our seats. She handed us the menu. I looked a

And if I do not become a doctor, no one will cure you of your absent-mindedness . - Enough "if"! Samantha grabbed Leah's arm and pulled her towards the classroom. She didn't really resist. They were in a hurry to the biology class. The teacher, Mr. Yamamoto, was of Japanese descent, so he was called "Kamikazde" behind his back. He got the nickname for a reason - Yamamoto was distinguished by rare dedication, and often took on the children's tricks, for which he received from the director. But the elderly Japanese was very kind, which his students often used. However, there was something that Kamikazde did not like very much - being late.