Amaya Takeru Novels & Stories

And that was the day my suffering started. *** CHAPTER 1 Hey, I’m Maya. Well… that’s what people call me anyways. My name is Amaya Nakamura. And yes, kids do make fun of my last name. Speaking of that, kids are mean. And I mean actually horrible. “Maya, oite-oide. Asa-gohan dekiteru wa yo.” That’s my mom. She’s calling me down for breakfast. Did I forget to mention? I’m half Japanese and half Canadian.

“His name is Akiyama Tatsuki.” I nod, looking at the old man’s face. “But why must we go to his room? Are we going to steal something?” “We need to replace some documents he has with these ones.” he points to a file placed on the bed. “Who’s this man? Is he some mafia boss or something?” I ask. “No, he works in Akiyama Enterprise, a famous Japanese technology company his older brother Kaito owned.” “Owned?” I raise an eyebrow. “Is he dead?”

He grabbed her right arm and pushed her two steps ahead. "I see, you have a wonderful taste in women." Ayame smiled by looking at her face. She was taken aback when the babaylan held her right arm to read her palm. "Malakas, it should be his majesty's name," Ayame replied and kissed Amaya's hand. As soon as they finished their business with Ayame, they went back to their chiefdom. Before the start of the wedding, Hiraya is given a chance to meet his daughter.

With a barely audible acknowledgment, Akira nodded, her thoughts still lingering on the earlier conversation and the handsome figure from her memory. Ayumu Ito, the English teacher, was a twenty-six-year-old single man who captivated everyone’s admiration, especially the girls, fellow teachers, and students. His long blonde hair, typically tied back in a neat ponytail during class, framed his fair skin and round brown eyes. With a slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with a hint of red, he embodied a perfection that seemed almost ideal.

Maya groaned as she heard the annoying voice of the machine she was grown familiar with; She tried to open her eyes but the pain in the back of her head did not let the message reach her nervous system smoothly. After a few more attempts; She finally opened her eyes a little only to close them again; the urge to fall back to sleep was tempting but she needed water. blinking a few times; She finally opened her eyes to see her brother sitting across the bed; smiling faintly at her as her blurred vision made her see him. " hey aya ( nanny ) " her brother teased; he called her ' Aaya ' instead of Maya from their childhood.

The Trump Card… Takuya could not afford to hesitate. Gritting his teeth, he bit down until blood spurted out, staining his brush crimson. With swift strokes on the yellow talisman, he conjured a blood-red effigy, an eerie blood specter. That bizarre power, drawn from the Holy Jade Amulet, surged through Takuya, each blood-red effigy pulsing with the might of a seasoned warrior. "Is that all you've got?" Alexander stood unshaken, his fiery sword in hand, eyes glinting with deadly resolve. "You've sided with the Black Maple Organization, Takuya. You're not worth sparing today!

His body was as well covered in white and hair falling on his face with a feral scar occupying the center of his forehead. Like whirlpool of wind she rotates and stands right in front of Amara. "You want to know my name?" There erupts a devilish laughter out of her suddenly turning to man's voice sending shivers down her spine. "I am Otaku and I am right here in front of you to kill you."

🎌In A Faraway Land🎌 IN a little dark old house sat Amaya on an old couch, going through his phone. Davida walked in from the other room in the house carrying two hot mugs of tea in a tray. She walked up to the center table— the only table in the room and dropped the tray, then dashed out again. Amaya looked up from his phone and turned to the tray his sister had just kept on the table, and he hissed.

“ I’ve never seen her before!” “ bro she’s hot af!” “Ima try to slide in her DM!” “ wait a min, that’s that baby from the gas station, she bad in real life!” Capri could not help but blush at the compliments even though she would never acknowledge the way they spoke in slang. Never the least it was nice to hear that she still had it. Buster….. “Uh where you from, can I have your number?” Capri… “My names Jade and I’m not from here. My moms always told me don’t talk to strangers and besides your the wrong gender!”