Novel & Cerita Fai Kurogane

Nya hoped someday she would have a curvy figure with large breasts, but for now, she used her tiny frame to her advantage and folded herself into the shadows, trying to calm her thundering heart before her hiding spot was given away. He would be by soon; she just knew it. Gavin Cross was a talented hunter, as was his father before him. Someday, Gavin would be a fierce warrior, too, just like his father, Xaver. Though King Zar refused to appoint Xaver to a post higher than King’s Commander for reasons Nya didn’t understand, everyone knew that Xaver was the best warrior in the army and had more kills than anyone else, even King’s General Rok Phin.

Right before he could even land an attack on Kuroka, a swift and elegant kick from the dark-haired Neko maid sent the man flying across the street, where his body slammed into a wall, knocking him instantly unconscious. Staring at her outstretched leg, Kuroka spotted a drop of blood on her shoes and pouted. "Mou, you even dirtied my shoes, you disgusting bastard." 'Savagery!' mentally exclaimed a shocked Maria, describing Kuroka's use of words and actions. "Ojou-sama, I saved the damsel in distress! Can we go get dessert now?" yelled Kuroka, causing her older sister to sigh and walk over. Once close enough, Shirone chopped her younger sister on the head using her hand.

"Let's just say I've made my share of enemies over the years. But I'm not afraid of them. I'll do whatever it takes to protect myself and my business." As they spoke, Miriam couldn't help but notice the prince's confidence. He seemed almost...smug. Like he knew something they didn't. "Prince Salim, can I ask you something?" Miriam said, her tone probing. "Of course," the prince replied. "Do you know anything about the graffiti left at the crime scenes?" Miriam asked. "The one that says 'I AM FURY'?" The prince's expression didn't change, but Miriam detected a flicker of something in his eyes. Interest? Recognition?

This can’t be happening! “Don’t get it twisted, Witch!” The name is new, but the trademark snarl that goes with the slogan is a unique identifier, even if I can’t see him. Much like thunder, the roar of Hirosai Kurosai is utterly unmistakable. All the angst I was hoping to work off coalesces once more into that state of wild panic. A bunny caught in the wolf’s jaws. Rather than a mouse subject to the entertainment whims of the ket, there is no real question—it’s for kill rather than sport.

“I lost my daughter, how the hell did I come out of this victorious? My own mate took her away from me, and no matter how much I am going to deny it, even if I want to do it in respect to Mario, I know that I fucking can’t. I lost…” “You can, and you will.” Mario said, sitting by her side. Ezra didn’t say a word. His eyes were darker than a normal man would have, and I looked at the man for a moment, watching as he took a step back, wanting to hide in the shadows again. He was an assassin, I could tell that about him. He knew how to fight when he would, and he knew how to fight when he wanted to. “Give me a minute, Kai.” I said, and following my gaze, he nodded, understanding where I was goi

The morning after the break-in, James called Nyla into his study. "We need professional help," he said without preamble. "The police are useless. Cameron's security team is good but they are not investigators. We need someone who specializes in finding people who do not want to be found." "Do you have someone in mind?" "Tobias Kane. Former FBI. Worked organized crime for twenty years. Now he works privately for clients who can afford him." "How expensive are we talking?" James pulled out a business card. "Very. But he gets results. He found a senator's kidnapped daughter in three days when the FBI had given up. He tracked down a billionaire's embezzling partner who had fled to six different

[System Message: You have tamed the elite monster, the ] [System Message: The (Elite) has become (Tamed)] [Please give the a name.] Kirou sat down next to the giant creature that was lying on its belly and ran his hand through its coarse fur as he tried to think of a name for the creature. After spending a few minutes trying to figure out a decent name and failing, Kirou took another look at the system prompts before a name jumped out in his mind.

She was a toothless dog, one that can only bark. "My sweet child," Ejima gnashed her teeth as memories sips out of her skin. Bozo was no longer breathing, his eyes were closed and the life in him seemed to have disappeared. "Well, well. That went well," Uche chuckled, "I just won a war before it even started." "Murderer," Ejima yelled. "Oh," Uche lifted his hands in submission, "you know you are next, right?"

"Aah...F**k" He inwardly cursed. Number 8, Akira's first round is with number 5, the black forest mad dog, Vladimir Petrov. He squinted his eyes to get "better" access, in any chance his sights are just getting a little bit too blurry.

This was noticed by some but her intentions remained unclear. Meanwhile, Kurobe decided that he was no longer going to hold back. Truly, he was but he made it look like he went all out at the beginning. This was his usual tactic; show off big and flashy moves to make his opponents think they'd seen it all, and then when their guard is down, a little rock ends the fight. Kurobe may already look like a threat when he causes earthquakes and flings huge boulders but those who have fought him know that he is most dangerous when he starts throwing pebbles.