Dazai's Novels & Stories

Kaya pinadala kay Dryzen ang orihinal na manuscript, at kaagad nito natuklasan na si Dahlia ang sumulat ng kwento. Pinasa-ilalim ni Dryzen si Dahlia sa isang interrogation para umamin si Dahlia kung paano niya naisulat ang libro. Hindi umamin si Dahlia dahil alam niya malalagay sa panganib ang buhay ng kanyang lola. Kaya pinag-isipan na ni Dryzen na patayin si Dahlia dahil nauubos na ang pasensya niya. Nang papatayin na niya ito, pinakita ni Dryzen ang tunay niyang anyo… At natakot ng husto si Dahlia. Nahimatay siya… At sa pagising nito naging normal nga ulit si Dryzen. Nang biglang masusuka si Dahlia…

They entered Da ancestral mansion and Bai Zhen was surprised. She could not stop admiring the place. It was big, beautiful and… Hmmm…! Very comfortable. There were no words to describe that very mansion. The only difference with Da D,wei's mansion was the interior and exterior designs. Da D,wei's mansion was more modern, compared to his family's mansion. It was really a rare work of art! The Chinese architects that planned the mansions were truly incredible!

Dahlia's POV The awaited Monday is here and I feel so excited and nervous at the same time, I've got a roller coaster of emotions what if I mess up on my first day or the Boss isn't happy with me. The email sent by Miss Clara states clearly that I'll undertake a six months training by Mr. Dai Japana himself, he's the most good looking billionaire bachelor in Tokyo according to vogue magazine and my girls always read the gossip section on those magazines but I'm never interested in knowing or seeing the pictures or articles.

As the initial surprise settled in, Daisy found herself enveloped in hugs and laughter, her worries momentarily forgotten in the embrace of friendship and celebration. The room buzzed with chatter and laughter, each moment etching a memory that would stay with Daisy for years to come. Amidst the joyous chaos, she couldn't help but steal glances at the file still clutched in her hand, a stark reminder of the weighty decision looming in the back of her mind. "Happy birthday, Daisy," Christiana said, handing her a small gift with a knowing smile. Opening it, Daisy found a beautifully bound journal, its pages pristine and waiting to be filled with her thoughts and dreams.

In her office, Marianne Dares stood frozen, her daughter's words echoing in the silence. D.R. Dares. Nationally recognised artist. With trembling fingers, she reached for her phone, typing the name into a search engine. The results loaded, and Marianne's face went pale. Portfolio images. Competition announcements. Articles praising the mysterious artist's exceptional talent. Screenshots of work that was unmistakably, undeniably Dorothy's style, the same delicate linework Marianne had dismissed as "little drawings" for sixteen years.

DAIZEN HEISENBERG Facing the elegant chair near the center's table, Daizen patiently waited for the girl he bullied every day. At that point, he had another plan against his classmate. He lightly tapped the ballpoint pen near his desk while his right palm was on his forehead.

I couldn't help but smile when I see her interest in our ancestors history, I decided to let my presence known but stopped when I saw Diego creeping in from the other corner. What I saw made my blood boil. The grace and courage with which Daisy handled the whole situation made me realize that she is not a normal woman. She's a person with surviving skilles, she knows how to handle her problems. She isn't a damsel in distress but more like a queen of the jungle herself.

“Uh…” Daiso’s mind went blank when he got a good look at Kaze’s face. The God of War? He was the God of War. Daiso stood before the God of War who started a blood massacre and defeated the five strongest nations. The war still haunted Daiso. If there was one person Daiso was afraid of in Arcadia, that would be undoubtedly the God of War. “G-G-G…” Daiso stammered in fear.

Just as Alessandro was about to give up hope, he saw a small writing not far from the door. It said "Helena Dazzle" in a weird script. But somehow he could read the writing easily even though it was the first time he had seen such a letter. After the key word was said, suddenly the door opened and revealed a magic staircase that moved by itself. Slowly he descended the stairs. There was not the slightest doubt on Alessandro's face as he walked down the stairs one by one.

Slowly lowering the book, she kept her thumb against the spine. “You look surprised,” she said, “Did you think my reading list was strictly limited to theological texts?” “I just didn’t think a nun would be tapped in on such material,” I admitted, leaning against the wooden railing. “Osamu Dazai was a suicidal individual and quite problematic. It’s a beautifully dark book, but heavy.”