Ayami Kojima Alucard Novels & Stories

Quinn completely lost it aiming to slam the side mirror he’s holding at his sister’s face. "So this goes down to this? You and your car fetishes. Well I just smashed the window it's not that bad." Ace retaliated running her hand on his broad shoulders, went near and slightly bit his left earlobe. "No you didn't what? You smashed Nero's fucking windows not only that, you even pre-maturely chopped the side mirror leaving it like a hanging limb. I went on all kind of shits and trouble to order it online. It's no ordinary car Ace, it's an Alfa Romeo Giulia Nero Vulcano for heaven's sake. "

William added. This time his wife answered, “Aoi Akuma from the Dark Moon and Joker from Cards of Reapers are there, according to one of them, Zitrey and her peers are fighting some Cutthroats. In my perspective, the two helped Zitrey at that time. Though we still don’t know about their motives, those two are known for their trickiness and cunningness. Why they are joining forces is still a mystery.”

The plane touched down on Samuel’s private airstrip. The moment I stepped off, I saw him: Samuel Blackwood, standing before a pack of towering wolves. Even from dozens of yards away, I could feel the immense power rolling off him—the undeniable aura of the Alpha King. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and sharp, chiseled features. His eyes were the color of ink, so deep you could fall into them. I suddenly remembered the rumors. They said he was ruthless, a killer who never blinked. And that he never took a woman to his bed.

“You guys can follow behind. I am driving. Come on, Gi.” Amara’s voice and demenor left no space for questioning. She was that good. The guards merely nodded and got in the cars as Amara got into her Aston Martin Vantage. “Nice car,” I remarked as she swooshed out of the driveway. “I know right?” Amara grinned, looking pleased. “Leonardo never lets me drive it because he thinks I am reckless with fast speeding cars like this. Guess what? He can suck a dick now because this baby is mine for the night.”

She would gladly sacrifice anything mother nature wants from her just in exchange of her very own little demon child. Wiping off the tears of blood as they had streamed down her face.she tightens her robe carefully and firm before walking out the door. "Master" a servant greets her as she passes by. She seemed to have noticed the little traces of blood right by setsuna's corner of eyes and called her attention app because of it "I'm fine Leo, so don't say a word of this to Yami, I'll.be back soon," Setsuna said as she walked past the door.

While Harvey and Watson were talking about the Tsuchimikado family… On a highway around the city, a Toyota Alphard was slowly cruising forward. Yamato took a sip of his sake, his eyes bloodshot. In front of him, Ayaka was sitting upright with an apologetic look on her face. “It was my fault that I didn’t arrange things properly, Young Master Yamato… Please, do whatever you want with me!” Yamato looked deeply into Ayaka’s eyes before chuckling wretchedly.

I ask, my heart beating wildly in my chest. “I think so,” he answers me, twisting his head. “It was just a nudge, really.” Derek doesn’t seem hurt so I turn to the static car by the side of the road, clenching my hands tightly. “Wait here!” Just staring at the car makes me want to pull out the door and give the insane driver a piece of my mind, but before I can make up my mind on what to do, the door opens and a tall man in a flashy suit walks out of it. He shuts the door and leans on it with a phone to his ear.

The girl got annoyed. “Ma'am! I called the mechanic. He is on his way.” Driver replied. The girl opened the car's door and was going to sit in it but at the same time, Alberto came there in his car and lowered the window of his car, “I can drop you if you are comfortable”. “Who are you?” The girl replied. “I am a new model, working for Juliana's latest male collection. My name's Alberto… Alberto Mathews.” She began to think whether she should sit with him in his car or not. But Alberto continued, “Your driver can also come with us!”. The girl agreed and sat in the front seat with Alberto. Driver also sat in the back seat. “Do you know me?” The girl asked. “Of course, you are Alice… Alice Riv

he added. “Do you know her name?” “No alpha, but this is her car,” Amor signaled him to step away and keep an eye on them while he changed into a human form and wrapped himself in a rug. It disgusted him, but he had to check about the woman who had close contact with Octavio. Amor checked the car; he noted the number but denied breaking the glasses and grabbing Octavio’s attention. He came back to his car, changed his clothes, and called his gamma for further inquiry. After some time, he got a call; he found the car’s owner was Elena Valucci.

Augusto has just entered the garage of the building he rented to be closer to Soraia and goes to his car, a black and silver OPEL GT, and drives off in a hurry to meet Soraia and dissuade her from Julio Cesar's tricks. Amy is already on her way to school, at least her body, because her mind is grinding and mulling over what Marcus had told her about Julio Cesar being a vampire and the cruelest kind because he kills for pleasure and revenge. And with so much talk about him, Julio Cesar and his trusted henchmen Brenda and Marcus are already at the school but still inside his Lexus just waiting for Soraia and thinking, on Julio Cesar's part, how he is going to turn her part by part into Miranda