Akashi X Furihata Novels & Stories

“Huh? But Satou is a boy.” “…What?” Risa took off the straw hat, revealing a clean, short haircut. “I’m Satou Rishi from the baseball team. Same pronunciation, different kanji.” Takuto’s knees buckled. He nearly collapsed. Fate is messing with him. “You seem nervous,” Rishi said, unpacking. “Your face has been pale ever since we got off the bus.” Takuto stared at the nape of Rishi’s neck—there had been a red mole there in Risa’s past life—but it was hidden under the collar.

Jai tilted his head with an apologetic smile. “Ah! Sorry!” Ruta scratched his head nervously. “I forgot you’re not from here. Of course you don’t know them,” the boy smiled at him and counted with his finger. “Akaito Fujii. A prodigy from the Fujii clan. He has pale red hair and pretty, dark purple eyes. People like Akaito onii-chan a lot because he is very talented and creative, both in a fight or his achievement in the singing industry.” Jai listened intently to the boy.

It was a holographic call from someone she was familiar with. ‘What does Akash want now?’ Grisha sighed heavily and clicked her watch. “Ohh! Holy cow! Those are some nice…” A brown hairy 20-year-old youth’s face appeared in front of her, he couldn’t help but ogle at her drenched breasts. It was Akash Bakshi. “ahem…I mean…I sometimes forgot how hot you are… wanna go on a date sometime?” “Shut it! Akash… I am not in a mood for your pervy comments! What the hell do you want?”

This year's match-up promised to be the most intense yet – Shirashi, the village's reigning champion, against Aika, a mysterious newcomer with a reputation for being as ruthless as she was beautiful. Shirashi stood confidently in the center of the arena, her long black hair swaying in the breeze. Her husband, the Narrator, watched from the sidelines, a mix of pride and worry etched on his face. He knew his wife was a formidable fighter, but there was something about Aika that made him uneasy.

He asked as he stammered while looking at my keychain. "From a friend from the past: Why are you asking? " I asked, surprised that there were tears in his eyes. "It's you. All along, it's just you. You're that clumsy little girl. I thought that you just have a lot of similarities to her. I thought that it was just a pure coincidence that you have the same blood smell and you have the same name, but it's not. It's you. The only friend I have in the mortal world. The only one who can always make me smile. The clumsy little girl and the crying baby. Maybe your looks have changed, but you're still the Akisha, my clumsy and idiot best friend, " Ash said while his tears were streaming down his fac

- Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer * * * * Ren Shibasaki didn’t turn around from his position before the gravestone of Tatsuya Fujiyama even when the sound of light crunch of gravel beneath shoes reached his ears. He merely stood there, eyeing the words engraved in the gravestone, with his hands stuffed in his pockets even when he knew Yuri and Tohya were both standing behind him. It was when Yuri sighed when he finally turned around. “I hope that we aren’t intruding,” she said apologetically.

"Aksha, you need to hide. I think the portal for the Riscorus Kingdom is still…" I can't understand Azaloeri's words anymore as the man behind her was seriously glaring at me. He's more than a Greek God in his own way with his gold eyes, pointed nose, and red kissable lips. I feel like I want to own him right now, right here, something's howling inside me that wants to hug, kiss him hard while laying on him, and grinding myself at him. Thinking about those was a maniac, but I can't deny the fact that he's turning me on with his stares. "Aksha? Aksha!"

Ragini is already married to Rudra and living happily. Asmita was waiting for Akshar in a cafe and she was a little nervous as well. When Akshar came she was awestruck by seeing him. He had become more handsome in this time span.. He was maybe out of her eyes but not out of her heart. "hi Asmita how are you?" he asked "I'm fine how about you?" Asmita asked him. "I'm fine as well but now tell me why did you wanted to meet me after this long?" Akshar asked straight

They can all kiss my ass. Especially Takashi. I narrowed my eyes as I came to a stop spotting him. I’d never seen the man before, but I was sure it was him because everyone else seemed to be giving him space and respect. Also, I noticed he had the same nose as Yūri. There was a man near his age with a scar across his face standing at his right. I’m guessing that’s his second.

He stopped when he saw her. “Takashi” she greeted. “Ms. Megumi” he said back with a small smile. She blinked impishly. “Walking is really nice, isn’t it?” she asked. “Yes” he replied. “So Takashi, I don’t make it my business to know about my members lives, but I want to know about you”. “Okay…” “Then tell me about you”. “I’m Takashi Fujiwara, and I am here working for you. Making poison for the gang”.