Dice Arisugawa Novels & Stories

For some reason, that guy was angry this morning. "I really miss Allisya and want to see her," Aris said sadly. He deeply missed his girl. "You'll see Allisya soon. Just be patient, Ris; longing will be cured," Arif tried to calm him down. Aris wasn't the only one missing his crush; he also missed Kaila. The cheerful girl with a million attentions. "I want to hug Allisya for a long time. Rif, when will we arrive in Indonesia?" Aris was impatient; it felt like he had been holding back his longing for his Allisya for years.

"Thank you for not freaking out. I honestly wouldn't know what to do if you did." "Then I'm glad that I didn't. Anyway, go talk to him. You look lonely standing here while looking like you want to join them." Before I could respond, she walked away and I approached Higan and the girls. "You're done with the game?" I asked as I sat next to Higan. "We're tied. One more move and either of us could be victorious," Darcy replied. "I'm definitely going to win this," Higan said before looking at me. "I saw you talking to your mom."

Who knows? By my request, Mom contacted someone last night if Aris Sandoval was done registering for the car racing game that would happen to Puerto Princesa today. She also called Charie—Drey’s childhood friend. According to my research, Aris Sandoval was an all-time champion when it came to car racing, and I just thought that he might be joining the game there. Crossed fingers. This is for our plan to work! Charie responded that Aris was done with the registration, and Drey did not know anything about it. Mom firmly told her not to mention anything with my sister, to which Charie agreed.

He closed the distance with sudden speed, faster than any previous move, clearly intending to bring the confrontation to a swift and decisive end. Aria refused to step backward. She did not flinch or show any sign of fear. Instead, she waited patiently for the precise instant when he fully committed to the strike. Then she acted. She did not rely on raw strength or overwhelming power. She relied on exact timing and careful judgment. The air around the man tightened sharply, not enough to injure him seriously but sufficient to throw off his coordination. His forward momentum faltered for the briefest fraction of a second. That tiny opening was all she required.

The apparition did not last, it was gone immediately as the light of the lightning went away. Perfect. Ejima’s lips parted as she tightened her grip on her sling. Everything slowed. She watched the flaming arrow, which was rising to heaven. But she did not wait for it this time. Taking her stance, she swung her sling with a force that almost pulled out her hands from her shoulders, releasing and directing the stones towards the direction of the flaming arrow. Someone let out a loud yell from the dark and as Ejima watched, the arrow bearing the fire dropped to the floor and went off.

The man’s eyes met mine from under the hood and for the first time since I met him the first time, I couldn’t help but frown when I noticed how familiar he looked. “You really want to play this game against me, little wolf?” He asked, and I scoffed at his confidence. The man started something that he knows as well as he knows his name that he cannot finish. My eyes caught sight of Diego as he walked behind him, and it wasn’t until he pulled his hood off, revealing his face before I threw a knife at him, hitting his shoulder, that we both frowned when we saw who it was.

Aria smiled, taking Deagan’s outstretched hand. “Just mingle a little, then we’ll run away.” Aycin winked and Aria grinned. Together they made their way back to the table where Alaster’s parents were seated speaking to Deagan’s aunt and uncle. “There you are, Aria I’d like you to meet Mr Miyagi, he’s a client of the firm and also a long-time friend of Mr Smith’s.” Aria accepted his handshake, smiling politely at the middle-aged Asian man. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr Miyagi.” Crow feet appeared in the corners of the man’s eyes when he smiled.

Lia: They brought them closer. Marcel put his hand on my lower back, holding me upright as if I would break with the slightest of movement. I smiled and laid my head on his shoulder, purring softly as a sign of gratitude. He kissed my forehead, letting his lips linger there for a second before he pulled away to look down at me. Aria placed our son in my arms first. He was heavier than he looked. Warm. Real. I stared at him, afraid to blink. His tiny mouth moved in his sleep, brows furrowed slightly as if already disapproving of something in this world. I had to fight back laughing at the sight, knowing well that he was going to turn out much like his father.

Ashrac Looking down at the small white business card in my hand, I can't help wondering what I'm doing here. I've sunk so low even my best chess strategy won't save me. I glance up at "ODA" etched in white block letters on the glass door in front of me. Otherworld Dating Agency. Shrugging, I decide to go for broke. What the hell do I have to lose at this point? I open the door and shove it forward a little harder than I meant to. It slams against the far wall with a thud. A woman behind a large oak desk looks up and scowls. I grimace inside my head because I'm accustomed to that exact look from my mother when she's unhappy about something I've done. This won't go well.

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground