Erased Yashiro Novels & Stories

Kira muttered over the comms even as a high-angled shot took out one of the men aiming at Bones. Ysa was up high in the sky, hovering over the melee and well out of view until she dropped down onto a warehouse rooftop and flung her power at one of the semi-trucks. She didn’t have the precision Bones' telekinesis afforded him, but what she lacked in finesse, she made up in sheer determination.

Alpha Leonardo; “Don’t fucking tell me that you have no idea who that lady was!?” I slammed hard on the bar stand as I roared at the bartender. I’d been here for hours waiting for this damn bartender to resume his duty shift. And now, he had no idea about the lady. Fucking no idea!! I’d watched the CCTV but the damn thing didn't capture her. Or should I say, the part of her was erased. Every damn thing. Someone fucking did, and no one in this club could tell me who did.

"C-Can we really do it, Haruto? We're talking about Yua, Sakura and Toshiro. We've been friends for years. Can we really ruin their lives?" "They took Aera's. Why can't we ruin theirs?" he asked. "If it were up to me, they would all be six feet under. Did they even feel any remorse? No. Toshiro was happy she died remember? He told you that you're better off without that whore. Sakura and Yua called her a pest. They threw dead flowers on her grave and said good riddance. How can we spare black hearted people like that? Not to forget what they did to Ryu yesterday"

"Stop! You have no right to insult me ​​like that, Jeremy." William chuckled. "I'm no longer Jeremy, since your smooth hands changed my destiny into someone else. Jeremy has died according to your wishes, the man in front of you right now, is William Welas from Fantasy Land. Okay." Lily snorted. "You should have given me a chance." "What chance? A chance to kill me again. In your little heart, I know, you love Roberto Mose. Jeremy is just a thing of the past, so this smooth hand," William pointed at Lili's hand.

- Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer * * * * Ren Shibasaki didn’t turn around from his position before the gravestone of Tatsuya Fujiyama even when the sound of light crunch of gravel beneath shoes reached his ears. He merely stood there, eyeing the words engraved in the gravestone, with his hands stuffed in his pockets even when he knew Yuri and Tohya were both standing behind him. It was when Yuri sighed when he finally turned around. “I hope that we aren’t intruding,” she said apologetically.

I REALLY NEED SUPPORT FROM ALL OF YOU, BY REVIEWING THIS STORY❤️ Let's cooperate with each other❤️ ⚠️Warning: 17+ (Violence Content)⚠️ ***** Osaka, Japan. Kai Yamashita is Kazuo-kai, he is Lord Yakuza, or usually called Pride. Why didn't I realize that Kai Yamashita was a pseudonym, he was the enemy of my family. I was completely deceived this whole time. My mind revolved around the assumption that it was impossible for me to meet the Yakuza clan on campus, but it turned out that I had met the Yakuza Lord!!

The battle ended here, as Tyr Summers put it at the beginning. The bounty hunter agency, Yamafuji Sai of Japan was wiped out from the surface of earth today. Ash had someone grab the wretched state Holy Tiger into the car before he drove away with Tyr. Ash had it all arranged for someone to clean up the mess before the battle. Before they came here, Ash had talked about it with Ishida. Zuken Group was responsible for dealing with Yamafuji Sai, while the Toymoto Group was tasked with cleaning after the mess.

Whether it be the Emperor of Island Nations or Akio Yashiro, they were nobodies undeserving of his attention. Rachel, who was standing behind Harvey, showed a look of horror at the mention of this name. After suffering a small loss against Shindan Way, Mordu’s Longmen branch conducted an investigation on the association. It was rumored that Akio Yashiro’s swordsmanship was a league above rest. His killer move, the Zephyr Slash, was completely unbeatable. Taro, who claimed to be a disciple under Akio’s wing, was able to learn the move just by watching.

Ichiro's eyes nearly burst with rage, and he looked towards Aida's phone, "Yasuda, you promised to pay me one hundred billion to kill Kiran York, and you haven't paid up. Are you going to let my men die for nothing?" "You're better off dead!" With that, Yasuda hung up the phone. The call ended with a beep from Aida's phone. Aida was stunned, not expecting Yasuda to be so ruthless. Ichiro was like a deflated balloon, slumping onto the hospital bed, apologizing to the remaining samurai, "I'm sorry! It's my fault you're going to die!" The few samurai left trembled with fear, their faces pale as they looked at Kiran, still begging for mercy.

“But not built from Noa. Or Sabine. This one was built from… something else. Experimental neural mapping. Unstable. Incomplete.” Alessio’s stomach dropped. “What’s it called?” Ivy swallowed hard. “Codename: ERASED.” Back in the room, Noa had pulled on the nearest clothes he could find hospital sweats, an oversized hoodie. He was already drenched in sweat, skin clammy. Every light felt too bright. Every sound echoed twice. But it wasn’t just the environment. It was him. Inside him. Moving. Slow. Patient. “You’re not Sabine,” he said aloud.