Genya X Aizetsu Novels & Stories

Akio is really Yūri, and she’s the daughter of a Yakuza boss. My mind hadn’t considered that Kitsune was connected to Yūri. I didn't want to believe that possibility. Even though it would make sense that Kitsune is connected to a Yakuza, there’s only one in the state. The next day I was back at work banging my head into the metaphoric brick wall as I was getting nowhere closer to catching Kitsune.

I can't give back, I need to ask for help, I did my best during these two years. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, now is the time, I know Mr. Gustam is behind his desk looking at some papers as he always does, every day, come on Aya, be brave, remember Zenitsu, he is the embodiment of fearfulness, but when it comes to Nezuko he turns into the bravest in the whole universe of the anime Kimetsu no Yaiba, be like him!

“I might have freed you from my cage Eve but it's too tough for me to move on now as you have occupied my heart which only beats for you. I can’t move on now baby and neither I won’t let you move on. Go Eve, live your life but remember you were my mine, you are mine and you'll remain mine only. I will come hell or high water to win you back but this time you will come to me yourself willingly. ‘Cause this time I don’t need a Genie but my soulmate, my wifey, my Eve." End of season 1. Wait for the sequel. It will be published soon.

Yang Zi chirped at her sister who was still confused. “The type of Yokomoya that is quite common among great warriors is the Shenti-Moya. This type of Yokomoya allows the user to injure the enemy without touching the basic cause of Shenti-Moya is physical strength that is fused with air. When combined with Zhuji-Moya, the Shenti-Moya user can kill enemies from a long distance. Because he uses his instincts to detect the enemy and executes him using the physical force transmitted through the air.”

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

Gigi's eyes narrow and she turns angrily on Azael. -You're a bastard! - she yells at him, pushing his chest. I'm not going to stop her.- You should never have come back! Since you've arrived, you've been screwing everything up! - she exclaims. And she is right. I am unable to move. Kya walks over to Gigi and tries to calm her down while Azael keeps a neutral, but almost mocking expression. In the end, Kya accompanies Gigi to the door of the mansion and I decide not to cry in front of him. I get closer to where he is. Leaning on the dark wood cabinet in the hall. I pretend that what I just saw hasn't destroyed me any more than it was. I pretend I'm fine, and I pretend I'm smiling.

Like they were being controlled by her, being called forth by her. A wild storm raged above us with lightening striking the ground and thunder rattling the very air around us. The static from the storm combined with the electricity from Jenevive caused tiny balls of light to begin racing through the room. The tension had boiled to the point of exploding, which it did out of her mouth. She let out an echoing blood curling scream that bounced off the wall and swirled around and around. If I had thought the Soul Eater's scream was high pitched and ear splitting it was nothing compared to Jenevive's.

Nneamaka laughed. “Uwa eju afo (nothing on earth can satisfy)” Ejima added as they returned their attention to the cassava. She was about to pick the third cassava when she suddenly felt a weight on her head. She tried to lift her hand, to make sure she was not imagining things, but her hands would not obey. They had developed minds of their own, causing Ejima's world to spin. The strength in her body had veered into the strength of water, and every attempt to make sense of the situation threatened to mask her world with darkness.

Lucy The day stretched long, noisy and restless. The men worked on their bikes, the sound of tools clanging against metal echoing across the lot, engines growling as they tested repairs. Every roar sent a shiver through me, though I tried not to show it. I stayed close to the edges, pretending to watch, pretending I was just curious. Really, I was calculating. Counting exits. Watching how people moved. Who looked at me, who ignored me, who lingered too long with their stares. Survival habits. I couldn’t turn them off, no matter how badly I wanted to.