Amanai Riko Novels & Stories

"Hi, you must be Crisha? I am Rafael Villarante, Raiko's best friend" I will introduce myself. Crisha reached for my hand and made a handshake. But Raiko took her hand right away. I laughed at my friend and turned back to Crisha. She is glaring at Raiko. I returned my gaze to Raiko, who looked like a dog afraid of his master. I laughed again. "What are you laughing at, Villarante?" Raiko said in annoyance, but I just laughed at him even more. "Raiko Fuentabella" Crisha said in a severe tone. Raiko's face became gentle again. I just shook my head while looking at him.

We ride. Seras is waiting at the dam turnout with her bike and a fresh coat of flame decals. Kayo, Aki, and Riku are leaning against the railing like they own the place (because, technically, in Hanamaki they kind of do). Kayo’s nine invisible tails flick once when she sees me. Kayo (sweet, deadly): “Morning, Your Majesty. Sleep well?” Celeste (through my teeth): “Peachy.” Aki cracks his knuckles; the glamour hiding his oni horns flickers.

Olivia asked her. "He needs something to motivate him. Something he would fight for," she said. I was hoping that she did not plan on doing what was in my mind. "Motivation?" Amelia looked at her in confusion. "Chris, can you control the minds of two people at once?" She asked him. "Yes, ma'am," he told her. "Just call me Rayne, please. Anyway, I want you to control my mind to do something reckless and at the same time, control his mind with the same hallucinations you practiced on him a while ago," she instructed him and my eyes instantly went wide.

I was going to be the one to do it one way or the other, I needed to play this game. The door opened without warning, and I quickly slipped back into character, fragile, sweet, grateful. I looked up with wide eyes as the woman I had come to destroy stepped into the room. Sienna De Luca. She didn’t speak right away. Her gaze swept over me, taking in the sight of me still in the robe the maids had given me. She looked too calm, too unreadable. I exposed my leg just enough for her to see it, to know that I was this exposed, this easily seen to him. But I knew that Damon would not be foolish. He would not tell her that he was here. I would have to be the one to do it.

The shock from whatever was still evident on his face. “Hmm,” my head nodded. “Where did you copy this from?” “Copy?” My finger scratched the back of my head as I stared at him. How did he easily find out it was copied? It took Daisy hours snuffing the internet just for this. And when she finally saw this perfect one, she had to duplicate two for us. “What’s your name?” The CEO interrupted my thoughts. “Eira Rowan.” “And you?” His eyes darted in the direction of Daisy.

And the moment they did, Mona knew. He knew something was wrong. She quickly plastered a smile across her face. "Hey." Kane didn't smile. He walked toward her, pulled out the chair opposite hers, and sat down. "What's wrong, princess?" The sincerity in his voice almost broke her. Mona looked away. "I've been thinking." "About?" She swallowed. "Did you know vanilla comes from the actual butt of an animal?" Kane stared at her. Mona gave him a tiny smile.

the guy grinned revealing very beautiful teeth , he looked past Roman and waved at me. “hi. I’m Cory”. “Camila” I replied grinning too. Roman gave him a glare. Cory rolled his eyes and handed Roman some documents. “don’t smile at him” Roman said to me “he’s my secretary”. “i thought secretaries were girls” I replied.

she said, casually. "How can you be so sure about it?" Aniya asked with a raised brow. "Because here were are talking about the great and ultimate legendary ultra pro fucker, the one and only….. Riccardo Alfanso," she sounded like she was trying to praise him with her curses. Aniya's scowl deepened. "Okay fine. Don't give me these weird looks. I was just trying to lighten up your mood," Niova stated, shrugging that topic off.

Eiko sat seiza, precise, silver-streaked chignon unyielding, fox-sharp features softened only by pearl earrings, swaying judgment. I lowered, opposite an athletic frame, folding disciplined despite the South Side itch to bolt, hazel eyes locking her piercing dark. She poured matcha in a slow ritual, jade-ringed fingers steady as katana strikes, bowl extended in two-handed reverence, masking steel. "Nia Whitaker," she said, Tokyo clip weaving English silk, "you intrigue. Kenji's crisis queen, dismantling his careful chaos. Drink." Bitter green coated my tongue, grounding the unease prickling my scar above the brow. "Intrigue's mutual, Eiko-san. Inviting the enemy to tea? Bold play for a woman

She really did not expect this man to be so humorous. At this time, Kazuki had an angry look on his face as he said, “When I said that you’re being too arrogant, I wasn’t saying anything about you calling this man a shorty, but I was talking about what you said to Aurora Quinton. The champion of this competition will be Nanako, who is standing next to me. She’s the youngest and most promising combat and fighting warrior in Japan! No one among her peers can match up to her at all!”