Azuki Arai Novels & Stories

Angela says, pulling me into one of the shops. As soon as we walked in, the warm air slapped my face, seizing all the chaotic noise outside. Sierra stood at the entrance, clapping her hands. Soon, a worker appears with her head hung low. "Madam, you didn't say you were coming in today," she states nervously clutching on the pad. My brows furrowed in confusion to see what was going on—did I miss something? Angela chuckled, leaning in to my left ear. "Sierra owns this place; did I forget to mention that?" She giggled.

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

They stopped when they noticed me. A few of them looked surprised. Others looked curious. One older woman blinked. Then her gaze shifted toward Rowan. "Who's this?" Rowan answered casually. "Her name is Aria." That was all. He did not give any introduction but just my name. The woman looked at me kindly. "Welcome." I blinked. "Thank you." The simple kindness caught me off guard. Nobody here looked disgusted by me. Nobody looked disappointed. The realization felt strange. The older woman smiled warmly. "You must be exhausted."

She knows what this means. Aronohai Miyamura has chosen her to question him. Even with the three fingers he raised, showing that he would only answer three questions, she is not deterred. Just the fact that he has chosen her has secured her a once-in-a-lifetime promotion. Or maybe even more. As a seasoned veteran, she wastes no time. “My name is Tohru Wakashima, and here with me today is the entrancing Aronohai Miyamura…”. She drags her eyes over his frame appreciatively.

So Hikari didn't have any choice but to take the challenge of finding it out. After a long walk, they then meet with Suzuki. Akaru goes to Suzuki and says to him "It was all up to you now. I have bought them here." Suzuki was so weird when he heard that. But he never heard from anyone that Akaru will come with them and they never met before. Suzuki tries to ask Akaru about that, but Akaru just ignores him. Akaru says to Hikari, Neu, and Nimura that he will take a leave and he wants them to just be happy because he will always watch their back. They all accepted it and Akaru just goes away. When Akaru wasn't there, Suzuki asks them "Who is him?" They just tell Suzuki that it was an old friend

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.

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

If this is not the full extent of her suffering then he doesn't even know if he could handle hearing the rest. Shiratori Kazuha is a powerful and hardworking martial artist but he understood her obstacles yet she is this strong against all odds. Creativity, visualization and imagination when using chi and in meditation is important but she mostly uses her potential and martial arts in her fighting style and minimizes her chi in the imagination aspect.

“You can still take care of the baby I’m carrying.’ She spoke. ‘I can’t do that anymore if my freedom is death,’ she uttered sadly. Leia shook her head even though Emily couldn’t see it. ‘I’m sure, Emily, you won’t be dead,’ Leia was sure about it. ‘The alpha won’t let that happen; I swear. He’ll take good care of his heir together with its mother.’ ‘I hope it will, but I won’t assume, either.’ She said, not minding the last words that Leia said. WHEN Emily headed to the kitchen, she was looking for a sour and green mango, but she couldn’t find one. “Do you have mangoes? That green and sour one?” Emily asked the other servants inside the kitchen. No one answers her question. She raised a bro

I surged to my feet, ducking a swing and driving my elbow into one guard’s throat, spinning to avoid another's net that crackled with binding runes. My pulse pounded like war drums as I fought, but they were too many, their formation too tight, their intent too clear. I stumbled back, heart slamming in my chest, and braced myself for the end— Then everything shifted. A flash of white steel blurred through the air, severing the incoming net with terrifying precision. Screams echoed as one guard crumpled, blood gushing from his throat, and another was disarmed before he could react. A whirlwind of movement followed—elegant, deadly, controlled. When the carnage cleared, Ariel stood in the cente