Romans & histoires Anime Foxy

“Arimura-san likes chocolate. Dark chocolate is what he likes the most, or something bitter like coffee. He also likes meat. He usually takes on simple missions, or hunting missions, and would usually come back before dusk.” “Anything else?” Darrion asked. Fuyu took two seconds of silence before answering. “He loves dogs.” Darrion felt like he knows what kind of trouble the guy has, but he didn’t want to make assumptions based on feelings only. Fuyu only closed her eyes for two seconds before she opened them again. “Are you going there, Darrion-san?”

It was a gaze of someone who lived a life with many experiences-- just like his grandfather. While walking, Dio ran into a three-tailed fox monster. Its red eyes were locked onto his so he knew that he couldn’t avoid fighting it. Dio drew his dagger but Blur was quicker. Before he could make a move, the fox was eaten whole by his bond. “There you go again,” Dio couldn’t hide his irritation. The fox’s mana core could’ve been sold for a high price but it turned to be Blur’s cat food. “I told you that I’m craving monster cores. Stop being stingy, we had so many cores so just let this one slide.”

I’d been home for three hours. They couldn’t just be finishing now, could they? I typed nervously: “Does your fox fae ever wake up in the middle of the night to… workout?” Two quick voice notes pinged back. “The owner said fox faes have strong desires. If they can’t satisfy those desires, they get restless at night and workout to relieve themselves. “Maybe you should try it with yours… hmm.” …She’d been kissed again. The sound alone was driving me crazy. Add that to Fennrick’s taut, sculpted back under the balcony light?

It looked so beautiful on her. "Why is the Fox there?" She had asked when she saw the drawings. "He is my last spirit beast," "You haven't introduce him to me," "I can't," "Why?" "He doesn't have skin like Ice Fang, Fire or Windy. He only shows when I am angry, very angry and that's only in his spirit form." "Why is the Fox like that?" "To be sincere I don't know Vala, I can't really remember and the only one who is in a better position to tell me is my late mother, but she is gone."

Hound added and Jackal frowned. "So?" I asked. Foxy sighed and shook her head. "So, if you want to be with them, don't you think pissing them off is the wrong way to do it?" Foxy asked, annoyed. I shrugged. "Maybe but I'm not going to just do everything she wants. You know me, I'm not made that way" I explained. "Plus she's sexy when she mad." I smirked. "You are hopeless." Foxy shook her head and walked off to her locker with Hound.

Ace POV She looks fantastic as always- my girl foxy (Scar). She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love her. And I will make sure to know what her mate is up to. Perhaps he is marrying her friend, and maybe he is just playing a game to get her back. Either way, I will make sure to keep Foxy mine. She will never leave me, and I won’t fucking allow it. She is mine, and I will fight dirty if I have to.

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

It would be easy for a warrior like her to kill someone like her. I shift back in frustration, I go to grab her when a loud growl rings through the air before a huge silver wolf leaps in front of her. I recognise the wolf straight away it’s him, Clayon. Enyo steps up to his side, running her hand through his fur. She says something in a low voice and his wolf purrs; It fucking purrs.

She looked like a high schooler who had a crush on one of the hottest guys in class, whereas she was a 200 hundred-year-old Faewolf. Miriam had been a maid the day she was born and now grew into serving the BlueMoon pack, She and Iasha had now become best of friends since Iasha was not allowed to associate with any Faewolf. The trip to Iasha's bride-to-be's house was a very quiet one, which made Iasha more worried that something was just not right "Mom, is everything okay?" "Huh", Mrs Owens was lost for a moment and forgot how to act, " I mean everything is fine.... What could possibly go wrong?"