Novel & Cerita Aoyama Kun

They both stare at each other in disgust- “Uweh… It’s you…,” they say at the same time. The girl was another one of his friends named Ayame. She had long black hair and was really beautiful. A slender body to a pretty face. Everyone looked up to her but she never made contact with anyone other than Akihiko since he made contact with her first by calling her something ridiculous. She stood first in academics every single year. Her eyes looked just like Akihiko’s. They were blood red in colour. These were the only human friends he has had from middle school.

I smiled smugly, which made Beyza shake her head. "You're just like Kai. Your brilliant brains and him bring trouble." Beyza snorted in annoyance. "Okay, it's Kai's 30th birthday. He was in Osaka when he got the gold card, and he came straight to me, to meet Ozgur. I don't know the details." Beyza's words stopped. "But what I do know is that the Tama written on the card is Kai's late adoptive brother. Yeah, Tama. An abbreviation of Takeshi Akuma's name. Him's mother is from Germany, so he sometimes uses German."

I have to save …. “The Alpha has done it again.” I felt a tingle as something touched my thigh. I motioned towards my thigh, wondering what it could be to be able to have such soft skin like a human hand. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I spotted Jimmy’s head next to me. “Any member of the Moon Hound Pack is an enemy even if he/she is as weak as a scout. The assassin who learned the art of Tai might still be among us for all I know, thanks to General Kyle.” Ryu’s voice deepened.

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.

Only an old man stood alone at the door, holding a long knife, as if he were asleep. However, his body was akin to a statue, possessing a super baleful aura that caused others to not dare to approach. 'Who is this guy?' Yang Xiao thought, stunned. He had racked his brains, but couldn't think of any clues. "This person is the martial arts teacher of King of Japan. He is the living legend of Japan, the senior brother of Katou Wudo, and the most respected person of King of Japan. He is an existence that is powerful enough to be ranked on the Presidential Mountain in the history of the Japanese martial arts world. He is known as the Guardian God of Japan, Yamamoto." Aunt Lin obviously knew the b

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

NOTHING is ever more important than Ara. That is the thing Ara learned after being discharged from the J Hospital. For whatever reason her parents were convinced that staying with Van is better for her health and safety. Van, short for Vanluke, literally never left her alone even when she’s taking a private bath in a private property mansion somewhere in Luzon near no neighborhood in the middle of a mountain. When she got there something tells her that she’s been there before but recollection of solid memories. Van is incredibly wealthy to have a security team patrolling the corners of his mansion. But more importantly, even if Van does have to leave her side for a brief hour of shower, he’d

The Fairy Doctor saw his solemn expression, so she said, “Uncle Drake, there aren’t many experts in Japan, right? Is this Aoda Sasaki powerful? Why are you so afraid of it?” Uncle Drake said, “Don’t look down on Japan, especially since there are some powerful beings in those few shrines. And, this Aoda Sasaki has been a sword maniac since he was young. He only specializes in studying one thing in his entire life, that’s kendo! His kendo has reached the edge of the limit.”

He was Kimura CEO—a child executive on the rise, visionary leader of the future, and founder of the Kimura Time Capsule Fund. While the others giggled and glued googly eyes to their farewell letters, Takuto watched. Observed. Assessed. He moved among the miniature tables like a sommelier of memory, evaluating the keepsakes with all the warmth and charm of a venture capitalist sniffing out weak investments. Yamada-kun was gleefully jamming a crumpled drawing of what might’ve been a dinosaur—or possibly a very angry banana—into a tissue box. Aoi-chan had pressed a flower between two index cards, which immediately began to crumble like the dreams of underperforming startups.

"Just like that?" My voice was nothing but a whisper, my heart pounding in my chest. All tears on my chin stopped and instead, a burning fire suddenly rose from within me, heating up my veins. Damon adjusted the towel around his waist. "Yes, just that, Annie. We are done. I reject you as my mate. And since you've been accepted into the Silver Sword Academy, let me make this very clear... You are rejected from the Silver Sword Pack, too. From now henceforth, you should not move around Agolia not to talk of living anywhere under my watch."