Fyodor X Dazai Novels & Stories

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Clay asked, raising his arms one at a time as the girls squealed with delight as they clung to his biceps. “My friend and coworker Don Hunter. He’s the shop teacher that made the Yoda pod for Ryū’s Halloween costume,” Darius explained. “Huh. Weird.” Clay furrowed his brow, having a similar expression as we watched Reese giggling. Our badass could crush a man’s skull with her hands if she wanted to; cousin was giggling like some dainty woman. “This is weird,” Darius frowned. “Very weird,” Clay nodded. “Leave them alone. You know if you say something wrong, Reese will kick all your butts,” Riko wagged a finger at us.

“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.

"No,” Fay gave a headshake. "On the contrary, I think you are stronger and more courageous than other girls." Odessa grinned. "Miss Roy, I appreciate your consolation. I feel so much better.” "I'm being honest. It's not cozy,” Fay grinned too, seeing how happy Odessa was."The design draft you placed on the table was once visible to me. It does appear to be Teds style, I must admit.” "I just drew it for enjoyment. Teds is an excellent designer."

“But you…” The word hung. “You’re not blood. And yet… they orbit you. My daughter sketches your face. My heir watches you like he’s unsure whether to shoot you or... My youngest,” a pause, “feeds you truths like wine.” Zane didn’t flinch. “And you?” Fyodor smiled faintly. “I don’t drink wine. But I do admire a good blade. Especially when it sharpens itself.” Another silence settled between them.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Dax's face was ashen, and his bloodshot eyes glared at Yooda in shock. That was something. Was that the true strength of a Fiend Martyr? What? Just from one blow? Everyone gasped! Dax's powers were strong enough to be considered one of the best in the Nine Mainland. On top of that, he had the Sky Breaking Ax as well. Yet somehow, he could barely take one blow from Yooda's attack. Amidst their shock, a few Carter family members snapped back to their senses. They rushed forward to help Dax up.

They walked over to the table where Max and his two friends were sitting. "Hi, Max. Pran and Leon," Ken greeted with a smile. "I brought my friends. This is Danai and this is Foy." Danai and Foy shook hands with Max, Leon, and Pran. Danai is a handsome man who looks serious. He is very tall and has an athletic build. On the other hand, Foy looked very petite between his two friends. He had the kind of good looks more suited to be called cute, with plump cheeks and deep dimples even when he spoke his name.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.