Anime Ayato Novels & Stories

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.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

After getting back home, Ayame takes a quick shower and goes upstairs and locks herself in. Her room was messy and nothing like before. Books and clothes were scattered around the room. Without stepping on the dump, she takes a seat on her table and opens her new pc. “Now then… Waiting has got me nowhere. How about this group then.” She says as she types into the search box, ‘Yokai talk’ and opens a video in which 2 men appear who resembled Seirei and Yasuhiro.

Ayane wiped her tears away and tried to sound happy. "Of course. Text me once you land." Ayane agreed and ended the call. Kato Rei was Ayane's childhood friend. Ayane's hometown was in Osaka where she and Rei were neighbors. They grew up together until Ayane's parents died. She was taken to Tokyo by her grandmother to take care of her. When she was in high school, her grandmother died and she was left to fend for herself. Ayane was still friends with Rei for all those years. It would be the first time in 10 years since they've seen each other.

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.

Because right now, I am the lover of the Lord Yakuza. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

Tyler smirked, looking at me at first then his eyes moved to Rayne. I looked at Rayne and waited to hear whatever she had to say. "As much as I would love to dance with you and I'm sure that your dancing skills are doubtless, I'm Adrian's date, who happens to be the emperor of this great empire, so I have to maintain a good image. It wouldn't be nice if people saw me dancing around with different men, it might be taken wrongly; specially that you're an emperor too and I'm guessing that you're single. I sincerely apologize for not being able to accept your offer." Rayne impressed me with how politely she refused his offer.

I giggled as I struggled to put Ryan's tiny shirt over his squirming head. "Hold still, little one!" I teased, trying to catch his wandering hands. Ryan, my four-year-old bundle of energy, grinned mischievously. "No, Mommy! I want to dress myself!" I chuckled and let him try, watching as he attempted to put his arm through the sleeve. "Almost, baby! Just a little bit more..." It amazes me how enthusiastic and strong my kitten boy is.

Tatiana: The sky cracked open above me, and I smiled as the first streak of lightning cut through the mist. I smiled as I saw what was to be the new game that I was going to play, the new fear that I was going to attack and the new anger that I was going to play around with. It was the more attracted and I was enjoying it. It was perfect. Everything about it was well crafted, well taken care of, and now I was doing it on my own terms. I was not following any rules, I was not following their boundaries, and I sure as hell was not bending the knee to any one, or even pretending to.

She had somehow managed to disappear into his closet and emerge wearing one of his white shirts. It reached halfway down her thighs. Her dried hair was pushed over one shoulder. Kane stopped. Mona glanced at him. Her eyes immediately brightened. "I'll call you later. Bye." She ended the call. Kane folded his arms. She pointed toward the kitchen. "Adam made ramen." Kane glanced over. Two bowls sat on the counter, steam curling into the air. Adam had added soft-boiled eggs, green onions, mushrooms, and slices of meat.