Amaya Takeru Novels & Stories

"You are a notorious fuck boy, and you know it. " "Not anymore," I say with a chuckle and shrug as I open the door back to the club below. As we make our way back down the stairs, she put both her phone and my gift back into her purse for safekeeping. We part ways quickly so no one would catch us together and I make my way back over to Danni, Amber, and the others. Amber is my cousin. Her mom, Aunt Katherine, is my father’s sister and is mated to one of the head warriors of our pack. Since dad did not take a chosen mate after mum passed, she helps out with Luna duties.

Aryan smiled before showing a haughty look on his face. “Let me introduce you, Sir York. “This is a master of the Island Nations who came to exchange teachings with the Aenar Temple—Takai Kawashima! “Mr. Takai is an outstanding man in the martial arts world. His achievements are simply impressive! “He lost against the Great Wall by a single move… But he still looked up to Mr. Takai even so! “Given time, he’ll be considered one of the top ten talents of the Island Nations!”

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

All wolves deserves a pack and was granted a pack title by the Alpha, no matter how dark a status the pack may have. It is possible to say they're pursuers from the dark packs. I squint my eyes but as I force myself to look further, my vision began to turn blurry. The moment my head felt light, my body follows weakly falling down. The happening was so fast it's almost too scary. In the midst of losing consciousness, I still witnessed the way the carriage doors opened before a man with white long hair and peculiar purple eyes stares at me with a smirk. "It is beyond the greatest pleasures to lay my humble eyes on you, Luna Leaxandra."

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

Why does my heart kick this way whenever he steps closer to me? Dear Goddess, please help me. I don’t want to get into trouble with this annoying Gamma. My eyes scanned the huge bathroom searching for a bucket, but there was none. I would have to use a shower tap. I hissed and strolled toward the littered pants of Gamma Liam on the floor. I picked it up and threw it in a machine that looked like where clothes were kept.

Ejima breathed in, trying to keep her heart from shooting out of her chest. “Yes, love,” Uche said and Ejima’s brow lifted. Did he just call her love? “That is Ijele, the king of masquerade.” “It’s beautiful,” Amaka added, engrossed by the sight herself. “Finally, our search is over.” Ejima laughed. A sweet bubble was crawling in her stomach, electrifying every part of her body. They had made it, they had finished the long journey. “We should take it and get going before the others come looking.” Amaka laughed but the urgency in her eyes was burning like a renewed sun.

"Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!" Lei Tianrui and the others jittered. They had done enough research to know more about their enemy. Yamamoto Kusakara was one of them. He was not on the top list of the powerhouses in Japan, but he had already reached the third level of Covert Power.

"She... She's not a daughter from my marriage, but the circumstances of her conception are not a relevant topic in light of the fact that she carries my blood, Yakuza blood, and as such, she falls under its mantle and protection," he retorted with utmost seriousness and clarity, emphasizing an intriguing point, a point not beyond comprehension: Amaya was his daughter and had the same rights as the rest. "The process of changing her name, as well as bestowing upon her a new surname, will conclude shortly, and she will officially become a Yagami."

They both take a seat there and he continues- “Now then we were speaking about the ‘Akaname’, right?” “It was the ‘Tenjo kudari’.” says Ayame while correcting him. “Yes, the ‘Tenjo kudari’ as you told us about. Could you describe it from your point of view just so I know that you two saw the same thing?” “Sure. It was quite huge, had a long neck and had a creepy smile as it played doll house with the two of them.” “Hm! Okay! We definitely messed up one thing brat. The fact that it wasn’t a licker but a hanger.