Akio Tokyo Ever After Novels & Stories

Akira is an ally. In Aero Edis, Queen Khan Awae is thinking about the intruders. She wonders what they were here for. What do they want inside her sister's bedroom? She also doesn't know what is inside there. She gets electrocuted every time she touches the knob. "What is the guardian of lights?" She asked her assistant. "They are assigned to guard the lights that give life to all creatures in the world," she explained to her briefly. "Why am I not told about this?" She gritted her teeth in disappointment.

They opened the doors and the young man appears, he is tall with long wavy reddish hair, his manly face with intense black eyes; although he is quite handsome his expressions are cold and dominant, his frown a little frowned and serious, his eyebrows of the same tone bushy but not exaggerated, what most captivated me was that red hair as intense as the fire or the sunset, I must admit that it is quite attractive that shade of hair so interesting, so much so that the maidens were more perplexed at his appearance, although personally Satoshi for me is more attractive, I'm just curious about the hair and his gestures so serious. He comes closer and closer to me, his look is so threatening that

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He had dark curls, green eyes, and a calm smile that carried no pity. “Miss Vale?” I looked at him. “I’m Adrian Bellini. My family funds part of Professor Shaw’s closed project. She asked me to make sure you got back safely.” I remembered Professor Shaw mentioning the Bellini family once during a project meeting, but I had never met him before. “Hello, Mr. Bellini,” I said. Behind me, Dante did not follow. This time, I did not look back. The car door opened. Beyond the city, the institute waited: the lab, the project, the life I had once thought I would never live long enough to claim.

“I’m so going to die of heat here.” “I’m going to die first,” Akira protested, throwing her arms out. “This is, like, the hottest day I’ve ever experienced in my very long, entire life.” “You haven’t lived that long, Akira,” Sosuke said seriously. “Besides, Tokyo in summer feels like a jungle. You should be used to this type of weather. Stop complaining.” Akira raised her head immediately at the comment. She straightened and slapped the magazine on her brother’s shoulder. “Onii-chan! Don’t be so mean! I’m exhausted, so I’m allowed to complain.”

After what seems like an eternity Akio finally nods wearily and moves away from Nikolai who hates the thought of leaving him, but the only person he trusts in the world is Ren Akira. Before he can torture himself longer, he looks one last time at the small, shaken boy, and then he turns without looking back, striding out of the room after Alexander who waits for no one. *** The car journey is quiet, the night feels like glass that at any moment will shatter and rain down on Akio’s tired body. The silence is fragile, heck, Akio is fragile, his mind is going a million miles an hour messy and chaotic, and yet he feels numb, numb and so damn tired. He slumps down in the car seat as the city blur

Gabriel added. “Don’t you really remember anything, sir?” Lyka asked. “Nothing at all—not even a little,” he replied. “Is that so…” Lyka whispered. “What did you say?” Gabriel asked. “Nothing, sir,” she replied. “And Jennifer and I are getting married next month. I don’t want anything to ruin our plans. This must be some new trick—suddenly someone calls me ‘Papa’ even though I’ve never had any relationship other than Jennifer,” he added.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

AKIO'S POV The things I hate the most is when someone or something messes up with my things. Someone sticking their noses in my business. And above all, touching what's mine. I may have live for a longer times than any normal human did. But even so, I am still me. After all the years wondering in this forsaken planet; watching how the world changes and evolve. The me before, never once change. I am territorial. I hate it when anyone comes close to what's mine. Hate it when they try to pry on my properties. It always ticks me off when they touch anything I claims or owns. It irritates me when they stalk at my prey.