Aoyama Kun Novels & Stories

I finally got to the front line and when I raised my head to look at the so-called Alpha Kilhan, I could say nothing but… “Damn!” ‘He is the youngest and hottest Alpha I have ever seen in my entire life!’ With my eyes widened in uttermost shock, I scanned his appearance from head to toe. He had a blonde low-cut on, and his eyes were fierce yet captivating at the same time. His nose ran straight down from the middle of his eyes to the top of his super attractive infranasal depression. His lips were plump and pink, and from under his left ear, down to his exposed chest was a large tattoo. I had no idea what was drawn but on my… it was so hot.

I asked Damien, whose arm was still linked with Rose in a sick motherly fashion. "Aomine Industries is a Japanese company that has a merger with Renaissance, Aomine roughly translates to Blue Mountain Peak," He answered. "Look, Isabella, you learnt something new today," Natalia sarcastically proclaimed, her eyes still fixated on her phone and her thumb moving rapidly over the screen. "We are landing in two minutes, please fasten your seat belts," The air hostess announced. We all obliged and in a few minutes we were on in a black Chevrolet SUV speeding down the hot busy streets of Greece.

she paused, her tongue flicking briefly across her lower lip, "...more aware." I stiffened, my fingers curling tightly around my coffee mug. "I'm sorry to disappoint," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. Lena chuckled, the sound like velvet but somehow cold. "Oh, I wouldn't say I'm disappointed. Just... intrigued." She leaned closer, her scent washing over me—something expensive and floral, but with an underlying sharpness that made my nose wrinkle. "An omega who doesn't know she's an omega. It's fascinating, really."

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

Are you here to welcome us? A young ninja came forward and yelled, "You dumb Huaxia people. Soon you'll be dead." Yamamoto Kusakara waved his hand to make the young ninja step back, and then he said proudly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yamamoto Kusakara, a Jonin from Japan. We've been waiting for you here for a long time." "Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!"

Audelia asked with a slightly warm smile. Seeing the warm smile, even though it was just a little bit, Jonathan's eyes brightened. A happy smile instantly appeared on his face. "Yes! I am okay with sightseeing!" Hearing the excitement in his tone, Audelia shook her head inwardly for being a softhearted person. Well, it couldn't be helped, after all she had the memory of Yamamoto Kaguya who worked as a teacher in Japan. Being too hard on a person who was younger than her, kind of against her principle as a teacher.

So Phet also joined them for fun. Phet came to know that the boy who is behind Aom is Champ, who is actually a fresher from Economics. He would simply walk behind Aom calling her 'P'Aom' all the time, giving her water bottle, towel etc and etc which she would simply reject. No matter how hard she tries, Champ doesn’t leave her. She even shouted at him once. But Champ is just so thick skinned and desperate for her. Also Phet found out that Aom is behind Aroon to his greatest surprise.

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 officer who seems to be into his late 30s hair combed properly along with the mole over the corner of his eyes. Koishi can see the shadow of his long eyelashes falling upon his cheeks as he looks down at the pater while taking the notes. Finally, turning his at the name tag on his uniforming made him blink his eyes a few times to have a clear look at it. “Yamaga Aya” he mumbles under his breath Walking through the alley with his headphones over his ears singing along with it in a low voice. Dragging his punctured cycle along lost into his own thought of what had happened previously. Only made him sign in response, shaking his head with the apparent disappointment on his face.