Akatsuki Kojou Novels & Stories

Sioux stared at the successful page of the mail, with a slightly condensed gaze. Others may not know, but Akatsuki will know what she means. Akatsuki was the last member of the group to join Ryukyu and the one she trusted most. No one could imitate her ID, as Chiyue knew, and she was sure he could understand what she meant. The night was still deep. Chujia's newly built base, Chiyue took a cigarette against the door, a pair of eyes is very deep that kind of dark.

Opening his eyes as eyes scan all over just to find no sign of anyone. "What? Who's there?" Koishi whimpered, looking down at himself, covering his bottom with one hand while the other covered his chest. Right then, just to see a body appearing sitting at the edge of the bathtub. Violet short hair with the silver color earring on one side of his ear, white eyes same as the plain skin making him seem like a ghost. Koishi could see through everything that was on the opposite side of him. Wearing nothing on top, showing off the blueish tattoo with the black border of a dragon under in the sky on his chest. This only made Koishi's eyes go wide in response, making him stand on his feet.

He dragged her by the jaw and pinned her on the wall. Emily saw her reflection in his lusty eyes and touched her white dress. She clenched her jaw as she pierced her gaze into Cole’s. She grasped the side of her dress. And when she looked to the side, she saw their reflection in a lengthy mirror—Cole, who was holding her on the jaw while his free hand leaned on the wall, and herself, who saw a different her.

Kat snorted and cleared her throat after. “Didn't know when I became a celebrity.” “You'd have women drooling over you if you were Gojo Satoru.” Kat joked, sitting more comfortably. “Gojo Satoru? I think they'd be on their knees if I were Choso or Toji.” “You dream too much. You even have silver hair like Gojo so… it fits.”

(Obviously) More Information: Notorious assassin, ninja, and the founder of Azoukawa Credo in Japan. No photos of her. "Is this all you get? Looks like you’re really getting rusty, huh? What happen to the Orcus I know?” I sigh looking at the piece of paper. He didn’t say anything. “It does, as you say, help a little.” I consoled.