Anime Akatsuki Yona Novels & Stories

The familiar taste brought her a sense of comfort. “Mas-issge deuseyo (Enjoy your meal),” Ha-Yun toasted. “Gamsahabnida (thank you),” Kimora replied, savoring the food. ~~~ The insistent buzz of the phone ripped Alyona from her warm embrace of sleep. Groaning, she answered the call, her voice thick with drowsiness. "Hey, what's up?" She mumbled, the words barely escaping her lips. "I was thinking, can we hit the suit shop today? You know, since you're my best man and all," Zeke proposed from the other end.

Noah heard the shower start a moment later. He pulled out a pair of sweatpants and an old t shirt from his dresser, setting them on the bed. Then he grabbed his own clothes and quickly got dressed. His phone buzzed with messages from his father, but he ignored them. He needed time to think. To figure out what the hell was going on. Yuna was a kitsune. The creature his family had hunted to extinction. The enemy he was raised to kill on sight. And she was his mate. The bathroom door opened, and Yuna stepped out wearing his clothes. They were far too big on her, the sleeves hanging past her hands, the pants pooling around her feet. She looked small and vulnerable.

I simply don’t know how to protect the alliance, without taking my fiancée as my Luna. As I am about to take her hand, I feel Anya’s hand on my shoulder. “Still breaking it to the little Lily pad that you are rejecting her, Jar?” she asks. “Anya, it’s not that easy,” I start to say. “Oh Jar, it’s super simple. You reject her, she accepts, end of story,” Anya says.

** After all the chaos, Yuna was not expecting to be upgraded from a nobody to being promoted assistant to lead male star for the Green Apple movie. Guy King merely snorted at the pathetic sights of the actresses. He paused and turned his attention to Yuna, who was sitting in a daze in the corner. He asked, “What’s your name?” Despite her hazy mind, she was aware that this superstar was asking for her name. Pulling herself up on her seat, she nervously replied, “How – How are you doing? I’m Yuna Shire, Miss Han’s assistant.” “You are her assistant?” He was rather surprised. He had assumed that this pretty and pure-looking girl was a newly signed on actress. She fitted the role of the female

Tatsuya, who has green hair and turqoise eyes, looked smart in his woolen vest with a shirt underneath, long pants, and working shoes. Naoko, who has baby blue hair and grey eyes and was dressed in a simple long baggy shirt and tights, could not help but notice how much she paled in comparison to them. /Did the original soul seriously exist in the story just to create a reason for Aimi to go on this journey? Gosh./ Aimi ran up to Naoko the moment she caught sight of her walking towards them and all of the boys' eyes followed after her figure. It happened with so much synchrony that it looked quite dramatic from Naoko's point of view.

She walked over. “Ed, Whitney, what a coincidence.” She sat down as though she belonged there and smiled. “Do you mind if I join you?” Eleanor looked at her. “And you are?” Yuna introduced herself. “My name is Yuna Sharp, but please call me Yuna. My father’s company works closely with Hunt Group, and I’m an employee there too. Whitney has always looked after me like a younger sister.” Her expression was sweet and innocent, making her seem completely harmless.

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

Aphrodite was not taller than Yoana, but Aphrodite's eyes were bigger than her, really those eyes showed an aura of arrogance. I bit my lip as I looked at the nape of Aphrodite, her hair now in a ponytail, leaving little strands of fine hair there. It was more seductive than the body and sexy clothes of Yoana who was standing in front of us. "Introduce yourself, miss." said Aphrodite. Yona smiled proudly. "I am Yoana, I am Toa-kiu's lover." "You mean ex-lover." Aphrodite corrected Yoana's words, which made me smile.

“Are you a Hati Phantom?” “That I am,” said the girl. “Phantom XIII Hekate.” Ren froze when he heard that accursed name. The girl then glanced around at the fallen bodies lying around her before looking straight at Ren. “Get out of my way. My only target here is HiroYuuki Yamada. Unlike some, I don’t like to kill unnecessarily. Furthermore, Yamada is really taking things a little too far.” She shook her head. “Honestly. Hiring over eighty men to protect oneself. It is really a hassle to take them all out without killing them.”

I had come to the realization that I couldn't do this alone, so I called on the assistance of an old friend. We hadn't spoken since our fathers had tried to indoctrinate us into our dark world-a lifetime ago-but hopefully, there's no bad blood between us. Yuna Komori. That was her name the last time we met. As the only child of the Kumicho, the head of the Yakuza, she was set to inherit the crime syndicate-something her people resented.