Daisuke X Curly Novels & Stories

Papers were scattered across the floor. Behind me, I heard Faye gasp. “Jacob!” Bram recovered quickly and struck again. His claws sliced across my shoulder, burning like fire. I gritted my teeth and drove my fist into his jaw. The cursed elder staggered but did not fall as the curse had made him stronger. But it had also made him slower. When he lunged again, I stepped aside and drove my knee into his stomach before grabbing the back of his neck and slamming his head into the wooden support beam.

She can’t believe what she was seeing! the face of the tank was full of muscle but the looks of it, it was very look-alike to the person she was looking for curly hair and that drowsy eyes... that look... “its.. Yuuki”- Dessa

There is one part where Cai Kang got the prophecy in real life was replaced by Kazuha receiving it instead. After finding out that the other versions of everyone, he spend all night laughing and making fun of everyone and everything in the manga. Daisuke is stupid, playfully reckless and impulsive who likes to annoy those he is close to but on the other hand, he is extremely brave and selfless with strong heroic characteristics. Other than the fact that he is pure japanese, he is undoubtedly his favorite character, even before he found out he is based off of him. Kurai looks like a straight up delinquent with dyed hair instead of Kurai's white natural color with an even dumber personality bu

There was no change in Ryden's expression other than the shock in his eyes, and from his face, you couldn't tell that they had been apart for years. "Daisuke, who the hell is this man? Why is he kissing me?" he asked, surprised and confused. “I believe he is Damon Hiroshi, who is the cousin of the male lead.” "You didn't mention him to me, so why is he here? Also, is he the lover of the original owner?" he continued asking Daisuke. “He was not mentioned in the plot because he was in another country when it took place, and he was nothing more than a passer-by character. The original owner didn't have a lover at this point in the plot.”

"Who is this handsome young man?" Daiki seemed unbothered by Masumi but still held his silence. Nozomi intervened before her mother scared off her crush, "This is my new friend Daiki. He's on the martial arts team..." "I know who he is, Daiki Hachisuka. I believe you have mastered Hapkido and Karate, correct?" Masumi asked. Masumi was better looking and more developed than her daughter. Her mother always told her, "You will be the flower that blooms last and best."

Daisha's already in her element—dropping low, throwing her ass back like she's auditioning for Beyoncé's next tour. I giggle, the tequila finally catching up, and let myself melt into the rhythm too. Daisha whoops loud enough to turn heads, her purple pigtails swinging as she drops even lower. "Yessss, shake that ass. That's what I'm talkin' about, cuz!" That's when some dude in a fitted cap slides in behind me, bold enough to grab a handful of my ass like I came here for him. Big mistake. I whip around, grab his balls in my palm, and squeeze until his eyes damn near bulge out of his skull.

I’m not sure what to do on this date. Where are we going? What exactly are we doing? The outfit and other items scream luxury, implying that we’re heading somewhere expensive. He appears to be a man who appreciates luxury and enjoys commanding a crowd. Daisy pats her hand with a brush and says, “I’m done. Only the hair is left. Stay still as we curl your hair.” I nodded, and she hooked up the machine and started working on my hair. After an agonizing 30 minutes and a few shrieks from Daisy for me to sit still, everything turned out smoothly.

Akira maeda an eighteen years old Japanese with deep toned skin, Alluring oval face,deep blue eyes matched with blonde hair. He knock on the door,strapping his backpack more securely in his back. Daisy open the door and frown before smilling, she'd already perceived he was here, she'd thought it was a lie because it's rare for hope not to already know what's gonna happen before hand,he was their friends from childhood,hope and Si jie ,formed a beautiful relationship that she cherished the all too soon he was gone.

Daisy stated, truthfully. Curly shrugged, "He might have. You sure don't know. You know I admired you. I first saw you on the festival ground...you came with your Mistresa then, Daphne. You were everything every maiden wanted to be; Regal, elegant and sophisticated and fierce" "You use the sword so well, you're such a good leader" Curly concluded, spsring her a sideways glance. "I'm sure the msidens rebel will disagree with you because they wmk hated me. I'm not what they want to be" Daisy smiled at the reminder of a beautiful life she once hers.

Curtis Manning glanced around Dangerous Curves, checking out the general vibe. It was packed and heaving, but it seemed cool. Everyone was having a good time, and even that group of super-smashed frat boys over in the corner weren’t signaling any bad intentions. Curtis was sure of this because his girlfriend Tessa Mahoney was serving that table, and she hadn’t shown even one flicker of stress or discomfort. He assumed his usual bouncing position: arms crossed, leaning back against the wall, all deceptively casual, ferocious scowl firmly in place. But the whole time, he was looking at Tessa, and he was smiling wide inside.