Daki X Gyutaro Mga Nobela at Kwento

He licked the back of her ear and whispered, which made Emily’s body heat up. “Now, we’ll play with my grand piano. . .” Drake said, chunky. “You’ll sing my name, aren’t you?” She gasped. She couldn’t speak as her body continued to heat up with fire. “—I’ll sing, Alpha. I’ll sing your name!”

Ryutaro’s carefully cultivated image as the sandbox’s top dog was crumbling before his very eyes. In a fit of rage, Ryutaro unleashed his ultimate move: The "Dinosaur Charge." It was fast, it was furious, and it was completely terrifying to anyone within a 10-foot radius. Takuto, in a desperate bid to avoid being trampled, dodged to the side—but, unfortunately, his long pants betrayed him. With an epic, almost poetic flair, he tripped over his own legs and fell straight into Ryutaro, who, in his own panic, lost control of his attack.

It made her happy. Somehow, somewhere, he was becoming a safe zone. Sneak peek “I have another tattoo on my chest as well…” he mentioned as all of us walked towards his car. “How would we know,” The words slipped down her lips before she could even recognize her voice. He turned back, his gaze holding that teasing glint as her eyes widened, realizing what she had just said. “Shirt utarwane ka tarika accha hai,” (Nice way to get me shirtless), he said as her cheeks reddened. She looked at all the others who laughed as well.

She never was. Ryu, on the other hand, remained calm, his gaze fixed on Lady X. He said nothing, but I could tell he wasn’t pleased by her presence. The air around him shifted, turning cold with the force of his silent fury. After a few moments of tense silence, Ryu's gaze turned to me. There was something different in his eyes, something softer, though it was fleeting. His usual icy demeanor was still there, but this time, it didn’t hold the same harshness it usually did.