Anime Ayato Novels & Stories

He takes it upon himself to turn it into the perfect figure of elegance— a ballerina. He watches it spiral deeper into despair with warm satisfaction. Aito already has a plan— a roster— for the life of his pet. He already has a list of potential mates that would make the best business partners and raise his family name. His plan is rock solid and already underway, but then…he meets Aronohai Miyamura. One of the only two dominant alphas in Japan. The height of alpha supremacy. The god and idol of every alpha. The only man in the world whose shoes Aito would kneel to kiss.

the boy growls. "And why would I..." Ayana’s voice caught for a fraction of a second, her heart skipping another violent beat as the phantom headache roared back to life behind her eyes. She stared him dead in the eye, her soul turning to ice. "...ever do that?" The teenager let out a loud, ugly laugh, throwing his arms out as if introducing himself to the heavens. "Because I am Leonardo Fucking Radov and nobody... nobody dares to defy me!"

Lowell got near her first, but he was taken aback when a figure suddenly emerged from the ray of light emitted from the moon. The others suddenly fainted, but I tried to keep myself awake. Lowell did the same. The image looked similar to Ari's, but her hair was jet-black, her eyes were ash-grey, and her body was transparent. She must be the goddess Ayla, who is in her spirit form.

She hands me one, then Renn, without meeting his eyes, she's still not used to feeling the power naturally emanating off of those with rank, she can barely breathe around Coal at the moment, but at least she's still comfortable around me, I think it's all those months we spent together when I thought I was human. Sparkling nearby indicates the arrival of my Fairy friend, Agate. She's been popping in regularly because she insists our children need to grow up together. Speaking of which, when she does appear, she's cradling a beautiful three month old baby boy, who is the image of her, sparkling white hair and eyes so pale they can't really be considered blue. "Hi Agate, hello little Aspen, ho

It's telling me that there is something unusual about the auras these men emit. “ Yeah, it's her,” Santino voice is flat. He fixes me with a bored look. “ She must be brave if she thinks she can murder a dragon with a fork.” The rugged one laughs, and my eyes shoot back to him. He putts a large cigar to his lips, he takes a drag and the tip of glows orange as a thin plume of smock rises. He removes the cigar from his lips and puffs out some smock. The act makes him look so fucking sexy in all his muscle glory standing there.

He didn’t look too bad except his choice of clothing was questionable. “Hi. I’m Ava and—“ “Your identification card??” He demands with a scowl on his face cutting me off. Rude much? I give it to him and he types in the code on his computer immediately printing, and handing both the schedule and the card back to me. He looks at me up and down, giving me a nasty look when he’s done. “Shut the door on your way out.” What the fuck? “Is something wrong here? I mean you don’t even know me.”

Ace stated. "Yeah, let's let her to do what she wants for now." Acario agreed then sighed. Yuko glared at Aitan then yawned. He's wagging his tail while showing his nails just for him to make sure that he can protect his master from everything. •••• END OF CHAPTER 12. ••••

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

He wraps his arms around my neck and deepens the kiss. Someone tugs on my pants, and I look down and smile at my kids. Mary is two years old and is just like her daddy. She's blonde with blue eyes and a beautiful smile. She holds her brother's hand, Noa, who looks like me, with his black hair and big light green eyes. I take them both in my arms and drape them over my shoulders. Angel kisses me softly on the lips and walks away from me, letting big white wings sprout from her back, - Angel?

The one who haunted him. The woman who had once plotted his demise now carried his child. I had no words for the irony of that, nor did I want to try and define it. Some things were better felt than explained. The door creaked slightly, and I turned my head to see Ryu leaning against the frame, a lopsided grin stretching across his face. His hair was still damp from his shower, and water droplets clung to his collarbone. He looked like trouble and safety wrapped in one perfect contradiction.