Ariasaki Hot Novels & Stories

“Naka-Meguro? What’s there?” “There’s a soba place I’ve wanted to try for a while. It’s called Tokyo Dosanjin.” Sakura quickly typed it into G****e, scrolling through reviews and photos. “Oh, they use citrus in their soba?” “The citrus soba’s not in this month,” Heri grinned. “But their lunch sets still look good. Come on, get ready.” Sakura smiled faintly. Heri looked genuinely excited. While Sakura got herself ready, Heri checked his own bag—PASMO card, wallet, charger, phone. “All good,” he murmured.

“I have a very particular taste for things” Now, Sakura understands what Sorahiko means when he says that Miyamura sometimes stares at him like he’s cosplaying as a buffet, because Misa has the exact same on her face. “Fried chicken!”. She rises from her seat sharply. “I think I might be craving fried chicken?”. “You’re craving fried chicken— ”. And that’s the last normal thing Sakura remembers before everything went to shit. Rei somehow appears in the penthouse, then she decides to tell Misa what she did to Miyamura unprovoked, and in clear detail too.

"I'll admit, I'm relieved to hear that no one has ever had their hands on you except for me. But I'm also a little surprised. I don't think you realize exactly how desirable you are." I bite my lip and try not to smile as big as I want to. Hearing Santos say that fills me with so much joy. Instead, I point to the parking lot of the restaurant. "Turn right here." When we step into Akashi, I watch out of the corner of my eye to see what he thinks of my new favorite eatery. He seems impressed with the ambiance and also with the menu. "This is a really neat place, Mari," he remarks when we're seated and he's glancing over his choices. "I'm glad you brought me here. I've always wanted to try sake

As for the people on this table that compare him to Sorata next to him because of this food, Monica didn't even know about it nor did he care about it, but if he knew he felt a bit sorry for Sorata since living in this Sakurasou was already hell for Sorata, who felt that he was inferior to everyone, and when Sorata was being compared to Monica, it felt like Sorata was being shot down when Sorata was already dead. If Monica knew, he was wondering whether he should dress in black so he could mourn for Sorata at this moment. "Mashiro, did you know that eating hot pot is the tradition of everyone in Sakurasou to welcome their new tenant? By the way, it was all thanks to Monica who bought the ing

“One order, please!” The food came out fast. The vendor scooped the crispy bites into a paper tray and drizzled them generously with hot sauce. Aria held the box in both hands—the heat from the fresh oil seeped through the carton and warmed her fingertips. She grabbed a skewer, stabbed one, and popped it into her mouth. It was still piping hot—she had to fan her mouth, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. Then, without hesitation, she speared another and held it up to Archer’s mouth. “Try it!”

“Try the bacon sandwich.” “What kind of creature does it come from?” Akari wiped her mouth and askednsuspiciously. “Pigs, of course.” “Regular pigs?” “Of course.” Akari took a tentative bite and chewed thoughtfully. It tasted good, and she was hungry so she polished off several pieces. She noticed an odd aftertaste though and looked up at Nikolai. “Just pigs, huh?” He shrugged. “Just regular pigs, or I should say the fetuses of the pigs, taken six weeks after conception—it’s considered to be quite a delicacy among our kind.”

But the moment she laughed, he slipped the sashimi right in. The fish was buttery and tender, melting in her mouth—but before she could enjoy it, the sharp punch of wasabi hit her nose and throat like a freight train. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Wow, is it that good?" Kane teased, clearly enjoying himself. Aria glared at him through watery eyes. The heat and sting from the wasabi had her downing two glasses of water to no effect. Finally, she stuck her tongue out, flapping her hands by her face like a little fan.

Mika replied. “I want that too! A-And soysauce yakisoba!” Harris popped his head from the corner. “No! Isn’t that too many sweet flavor for your tongue today, Harris-kun?” Mika scolded him. “Ehh?? Whyyy?” He pouted at Mika. “I like their soysauce yakisoba! It’s full of flavors and sweet, and there are pieces of chicken and eggs and green onions!” “Black leg disease!” Mika frowned at him. She looked at Darrion. “He’ll order the ordinary fried chicken.”

Irawan's gaze was like a monster to her. "No, it's not. Irawan shook his head. " Then ?" "The sweetness is just right. And when I drink it cold, but it's amazing, my wife makes me a hot and cold iced tea. " “God, is this my work today? Hot and cold tea? As I feel? Impossible." Saskia's muttering softly made Irawan look at her with a seductive smile. Saskia immediately reached out her hand to grab the cup from Irawan's hand, but Irawan refused. he hides the cup behind his back.