Dc Yamashiro Novels & Stories

"Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!" Lei Tianrui and the others jittered. They had done enough research to know more about their enemy. Yamamoto Kusakara was one of them. He was not on the top list of the powerhouses in Japan, but he had already reached the third level of Covert Power.

Its color was silver. His lock screen was an image from the Japanese anime Death Note; in particular, the genius character Yagami Light and his shinigami (reaper) Ryuk. His wallpaper showed a handsome man in a suit standing in front of a sports car. With the car, Dion would get on famously with her pa, Kate thought, but not so much with the suit. Mr. Lapuz, like majority of Filipino dads, didn’t own a single suit in his wardrobe.

He pocketed his phone, then mounted his sport bike and sped off toward an apartment—a place he owned, inherited from his late mother. The engine roared louder than before, faster than when he rode with Zaya. The burden on his shoulders felt lighter, and he was ready to move on to his next task—finding Shahnaz and dealing with those who threatened his organization. ---Ankara, Turkey. Yakuza Pavilion--- Receiving the reply he had expected, Yamamoto laughed loudly, startling Shigei who stood beside him. “Shigei… look!” Yamamoto showed him the email from Arash.

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.

What the hell is wrong with me, I can't help but wonder at my reaction to the person who just entered. "Ah, Mr. Clearwater, how nice of you to join us today," Mr. Ramirez says as the intruder begins walking towards his seat. Instead of going to where he usually sits, I listen as his footsteps move in my direction, continuing towards me until he stops next to my desk. I hear what sounds like sniffing before he makes a deep, low noise—one that I've never heard from another person before. I'm almost positive that he growled, just before the word "Mate!" quietly hits my ears.

My stilettos clicked the polished marble floor on the way to Jeff’s side. “Wil,” Jeff said. He shouldn’t have seemed surprised to see me. “Gentlemen,” I addressed them. “I assume you’re here to see my client.” The younger detective, a slender Asian man with black tousled hair, politely introduced himself with a handshake. “Detective Yamamoto.” His wrinkled white shirt looked slept in. “He’s working with me on the investigation,” Jeff said looking me up and down. Perhaps I imagined the disapproval etched across his face.

It was no surprise that Ruby was a bright red, shiny dragon with no black on her as Slate had, which seemed to make her scales even shinier and brighter the closer they flew to the sun. She was also smaller and more nimble. Nya kept her head down, near Ruby’s neck, as the dragon was going at full speed, in a rush to get Nya back to the battlefield, and it seemed evident Ruby had been wanting to fly for a while. Nya wondered how it had been determined who would stay behind before and who would go, but then, it appeared that Ruby was a maid, not warrior. She flew like someone who would be good to have in battle, though, and Nya was glad that she was in such a rush to get where they were going

He then saluted and said, “That’s right. I’m under the Medical Sage of Island Nation, Isoroku Yamamoto! “Since you know my origin, you should know that apart from my mentor, there is no one in the world who could save Talia.” Harvey’s eyes turned cold. “Not only is Isoroku Yamamoto the Medical Sage of Island Nation, but he is also one of the ringleaders of the sire line of Yin and Yang, right? “It is said that the students of Isoroku Yamamoto are also best at Yin-Yang Technique in Island Nation apart from the medical skills.

Yami refers it to their previous CEO every time she announced something, she always forgets the best part of the announcement. He is Yami Smith, normal citizen in K City. 23-year-old, living in a normal life. He’s certified assistant-best friend of Dawn Lewis. He’s happy go lucky and cheerful. But, when it comes to his works, he’s paying attention a lot to it. He’s cute and pretty guy. He’s height is so much more like a normal woman. He has white and skinny body. He also gay, Dawn’s partner in crime. They lived in one condo since the day they became friends.