Ayano X Shintaro Novels & Stories

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

They say that the friends they talk to are too selective. Those three names are Storm Lucena, Yuta Yamamoto and Jaylen Navarro. They are said to be the most grumpy of Shin’s friends. Apart from being rude, when they don’t like the person they are talking to and force them to talk to them, they might be wondering what they can do.

He shot up angrily. Ryuzaki looked away and snapped back to reality. He let Amino walk away and tried to control his fast heartbeat. Rubbing his chest, he looked down, “calm down, my heart, calm down. She is just Shadow.” When the energetic music heightened up, Shadow was twirling around in the arms of another but when the beat hits, Shadow unintentionally locked her eyes with the angry Amino, and in a split second, he’s striding fiercely towards her, determined that she should be in his arms instead.

She turned back to Yara who was giving her a knowing look. “What?” Anaya rolled her eyes and forced the smile out of her lips. Her stomach was filled with tingles and she hated how his mere presence affected her. “Oh, look at that blush on her face. I really miss the honeymoon phase.” Yara placed a hand on her chest dramatically. “I’m not blushing!” Anaya denied vehemently, placing a hand over her cheek. “Okay.” Yara was obviously not convinced but before Anaya could say something else, a towering figure appeared next to her.

"Ankit is right; why should I care about what the silly Sotomayor does or doesn't do... Besides, what does he see in her? Just because he's as tall as me and has the body of a baywatch with an intellectual face, she's all infatuated. Let her do whatever she wants!" He left the apartment angrily, went up to the building's terrace, where he would relax a bit by smoking a cigarette while the sky began to light up with stars. He leaned against the railing and brought the cigarette to his lips, immersed in his thoughts, calculating mathematical figures about the amount of his expenses and debts. The sound of voices and laughter caught his attention. "I don't know how he does it!..." "He must be a

Ayane closed her eyes, anticipating the taste of Ryuji’s lips. “MOMMY!” Kayda and Kotaro shouted for their mother from the bathroom. Ayane and Ryuji snapped out of their trance and when they realized what was about to happen between them, they turned away from each other; blushing at the thought. Ayane stood up and went to the bathroom.

Leo’s hands grabbed and pulled me back, but I yanked her toward me. “Get her!” Gabe shouted. The triumph in his voice fueled me. Leo fell backward over the table and took me with him. Of course, I still wouldn’t let her go. She screamed angrily and swiped at me, but someone caught her arm before she could fall on me. Looking up, I saw Shane standing beside us. He gave me a side-eye, which, only hours ago, was endearing, but now I found annoying. I hadn’t had the urge to slap Shane since he forced me into his car at Alki, but I felt it rushing back with a vengeance.

Then it happened. The mate bond snapped into place like a lightning strike—wild, burning, undeniable. A wave of raw energy pulsed between us. My heart pounded, and I could feel his heartbeat echoing mine. Our auras flared—mine soft blue, his blazing gold—and they tangled in a brilliant, shimmering dance. I gasped and pressed a hand to my chest. “Ryu...” He was already on his feet, closing the distance. His hands found mine—warm, solid, grounding. “You feel it too?”

Chinito, this one is white and handsome like Thyro. Thyro has a chinito, white, well-defined jaw, thin and red lips, a sharp nose and a handsome body. He obviously went to the gym because of his body. "Nice to meet you," said Yara then held out her hand to Owen who was immediately accepted by Owen. I turned my attention to Thyro as he sneezed. He held out his hand to me so I frowned. He smiled at me. "Hi, I'm your future husband." I accepted that. They squealed again. I laughed. "Hi, my future kabet." ani ko.

If I may” “He got held up in the states, but he'll be back by next weekend, and our had some business to handle”, one of the men answered. “Ah, alright, right this way then”, my father ushered them into the living room. “This is the bride to be, Anaya” Serena looked at me, she scrutinised me head to toe as if checking out a dress. “My sons, Antonio, Marco, Davide,” he turned and looked disdainfully towards... “and my youngest son, Luca.