Corruption Chuuya Novels & Stories

This city had somehow diluted the strange feeling on his heart since it was still hard to accept his identity as someone who had been reincarnated. Luckily, the previous Monica Oga had a "chuunibyou." The word "chuunibyou" might be unfamiliar outside the country. However, it was quite common in this country. In short, "chuunibyou" is a derogative colloquial term in the Japanese language used to describe a person who manifests delusional behavior, particularly thinking that one has special powers that no other person has. Originally a term used to pertain to children in the second year of middle school who act like adults, the term eventually evolved into a term generally used to describe del

Neither he nor Ava Smith need to worry about anything. There are still a lot of things to deal with in the East China Sea. Ava Smith left too long, fearing that there would be trouble. As soon as they entered the villa, they smelled a strong smell of instant noodles. Chuyao was sitting on the sofa, looking at the instant noodles in front of him with sad faces. "Chuyao, your wound is just right. Why did you start to eat foamy noodles?" Chuyao caught a glimpse, looked at Allen Peterson and Ava Smith at the door, and complained: "You are finally willing to come back. You are not at home, and I don't want to let people from Baiyu Lou come, so I can only eat these things."

Anna yawned. This date was so boring. First of all he was part of the big belly class of rich men. There wasn’t anything that they had in common. At least it was lunch and not dinner so she wouldn’t have to spend much money on transport. “You are very beautiful,” he says in his drawling voice. But with the way that he speaks it sounds like he’s saying ‘Yua vari butiful’. Anna smiles at him, hoping her lack of interest comes off as being shy. That works well in a country this conservative. This guy’s name is Charles apparently. She actually Googled him and found out that he is in a top position at one of the country’s parastatals meaning that he has lots of money that he is probably siphoning

So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there… ‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted. The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette. She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro

The DeLuca family had been there for several generations and was worth billions of dollars. Despite his obviously blood-covered clothing, no one questioned it, and there was no police waiting to arrest him or to ask him how his wedding turned into a bloodbath. No doubt several guests died. The man in front of me, however, was far from the powerful mafia boss I had heard about. He was obviously worried. When the doctor said I was okay, he heaved a sigh of relief. He walked closer and stroked my cheek with the back of his hand. I always thought he was heartless, and his change in attitude was confusing me more than I liked.