Fushiguro 소설 & 이야기

Hence the small age difference. I'll leave the image of Justin to your imaginations but for Chris, I imagined him as Lucky Blue Smith. Go ahead and g****e him, if you don't know him. please leave a review of the book if you like it!

“Umm… I’m looking for Fuyu-chan.” “Oh, he’s Jai-san’s—I mean, Waetford-san’s friend.” Nene said in Shouha, recognizing Darrion. The girl in maid outfit, Fuyu-chan, stood up. Her purple hair bouncing slightly as she approached him. “What is it, Darrion-san?” Fuyu asked, stopping in front of him and looking at him with her calm bluish eyes. “I want to ask something about a guy named Kuroda.” Darrion said.

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

It is to prevent any sound from reaching the front of the car. "Who is Shizuka Fudo? He's at your house right now." Ryosuke said. The twins are in disbelief. "Wait, that spoiled, rotten son of a bitch is at our house right now?" Toya said. Noriko groans. "Just what the hell is he up to now?" "Wow, Kazuha had the same reaction. Just who is he?" Cai Kang said. "Shizuka Fudo is the son of our second aunt who is also a Shiratori." Noriko said. "However, she is not actually a Shiratori. She's adopted into the family the moment she has started developing her silver eyes."

Next was a person Ryu really didn't want to see. They hadn't even met since the day Aito passed away. It was Masaki Toshiro and Ryu felt sudden anger at seeing him alive and well. Back then, Ryu badly wanted to ruin him but he remembered that Aito had already forgiven him. Ryu couldn't bear to wrong the right that Aito did so he let Toshiro go. He just didn't expect to see him now. Toshiro was dressed fashionably. His black suit was from the latest Fuuji collections. Ryu knew because he kept up with news of all companies rated 1-10 in the world. Fuujis were rated 5. The Masakis were rated 7.

The interior reflects the wealth in a minimalist way, which is actually pleasant to look at. “Alpha Fenriz, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Takahashi Itsamu, Homura’s husband, comes out to greet us when we sit down to have tea. Slipping his arm around his wife, he gives me a look that says he’s not scared of me. Cute.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Not caring about my body thrashing and struggling. Untill I go still under him. Laying immobile. His heavy breaths audible in my ears as I look up at the ceiling. Why? Why did this had to happen? Why couldn't I stop him? I promised myself not to be like them...then why? "Fuc*!" I hear him curse as he retreats. His eyes changing colour from pitch dark to his normal blue ones. Showing he was struggling to get back control. But the damage was already done now.

she said while showing me her expensive phone. I was very scared and she was smiling before we knew what happened, someone collect her phone, deleted the audio and gave her back the phone before the voice said "A pretty girl like you shouldn't bully other girls" and when I looked up to see who, I was so surprised to see MR. JACK!!!!.

As I came around the corner, I realized I had found Hachiro. “Come on, mother fuckers? You think you’re tough cause you got to join a yakuza clan. Bring it fuckers? I was born into this clan. I was the personal bodyguard of the heir. I was the guard of Kitsune. You pathetic whelps ain’t got shit on me. You only managed to catch me because you gassed our house. And if my wife or baby are hurt from that, I’m resurrecting you to kill you again.” Hachiro was shouting as he used a steel pipe to bash in heads.