Asakura Shin Novels & Stories

Ace did calm down and without a word, he retired to his empty and shallow room. Asher and Andrew stood still in their places. " why is Ace sad?" Asher asked with a crack in his voice, teary eyes and a pout. " life is hard on him, unfair "

“Tyr, let’s get straight to the point. I’ve invited you over today because I require your assistance with a very important matter.” Tyr got it together and stopped asking questions. He quietly waited for Maxime to tell him everything. Maxime reached his hand into the robes. He took out a letter from his pocket and handed it to Tyr. Tyr took the letter that was written in English and Japanese. He could tell from a glance that it was an invitation for a duel. “Ren Asakura!” Tyr frowned as he read the name out loud. Maxime nodded and explained, “Currently, Ren Asakura is Japan’s most powerful shaman. His grandfather, Jin Asakura, was once the grand tutor and the most famous shaman in Japan’s hi

I grumble, then look back at the man…then he bows. “Apologies if I have offended you, Alpha Fenriz. Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Kaen Asahi, and Umiko is my youngest sister,” he says with a slight Japanese accent, then smiles warmly at the woman in my arms. “A lot has happened since your beast put you under. Perhaps we can go to your office and, in detail, I will explain what has happened.” Well, fuck me.

Tony gazed at the screen he struggled to find his breath. Then, his focus drifted to the man standing next to her. Tony felt his stomach sink. The stranger—a tall man with dark hair—wasn't focused on the lens. Instead, his gaze was fixed entirely on Gemma, carrying a heavy intensity that felt like a quiet claim of ownership.

Aki. Lisa swore under her breath. “She’s here.” Don’s teeth clicked. “How does she keep getting the good gigs?” Jack didn’t answer. Across the yard, Aki didn’t look up. She didn’t need to. She ghosted behind the white shirt, said something, tapped two fingers against her own temple like she was knocking. He nodded. She took the satphone from his hand, said one clean sentence into it, placed it back, and vanished up a ladder into the top web of the shed like a drop of oil finding the seam in metal.

“Hasn’t anyone taught you to watch where you’re going?” Lying on the floor, dazed and trying to blink the stars from her eyes— Sakura Hoshino is pulled up by the front of her cleaning uniform. As her legs dangle above the ground, she comes face-to-face with a pair of heterochromic eyes— one black, and one a deep shade of purple. “Or were you just trying to get my attention, darling?”. It can’t be— Aronohai Misa?. Fuck. This day has to be fucking cursed!.

I already had too much in my hands. And I can’t die here, not yet. I have to live and get back to my people, and Asher. At that moment, I heard the unknown male giggle. My gaze immediately rose up to his level, which was when I noticed his heterochromia—a mix between shimmery silver, and enchanting gold. “You seemed to be thinking a lot of unnecessary thoughts, not that I can blame you for it.” He finished his laughter. “My answer is specifically for your question, and now that you at least have an idea of who I am, let me formally introduce myself, Sakamaki Yuu.”