Gyutaro Novels & Stories

I change the subject "He has a kid?" His eyebrows raise, "Since when?" He seems shocked "Yeah, his name is Carter, he is the cutest little thing. Even though I haven't seen him in real life, I saw pictures and he looks more like me, than Ryder," I say He chuckles shortly, "What do you do at the gym?" "Gymnastics and my brother is teaching me self-defence. You should fight me," I tell him doing playful karate moves with my hands.

he snarled “You didn’t even put up a fight! You just went swanning off, flashing your cash! Carlotta did nothing when people started dying off around her! Still, you weren’t interested were you!? You abandoned us! Always acting like you’re better than us. Better than me! But did you see?! Did you see how many I killed?! Wasn’t it magnificent?” He chuckled, reminiscing. “Even if I did have to debase myself and offer the glory to Skytte! Shameful, useless; a waste of skin! Oh,” he uttered, excitedly “But combining the poisons was masterful, even if I do say so myself!”

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

Louis Reginald Sparks, twenty-seven-year-old vocalist of the band Run Up My Galaxy, charming and a minion of fate, like any normal person, loved surprises. In fact, I used to love it. His younger brother Tom is too. However, the surprises presented by their common beloved woman with the gentle nickname Kitsune sometimes made them pretty nervous.

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

Houston's Latest Heartthrob: The Woman Who Keeps Daniel Zavaro Warm Between the Cleats I snatch the paper from her and scan the article, vaguely aware Geni is reading over my shoulder. Step back ladies. It appears Daniel Zavaro is off the market. Maybe even for good! Last week, the twenty-nine-year-old captain of the Texas Mutiny, and one of last year's most eligible bachelors, was spotted in the company of twenty-five-year-old Quincy Watson, a local hairdresser.

he mumbled, voice husky and low, eyes still closed. I blinked. “What? No, I don’t.” He cracked one eye open, his golden gaze lazy and teasing. “Like a baby bear. It's kind of cute.” A scoff escaped me before I grabbed the nearest pillow and thumped him with it. “Take that back.” He let out a deep chuckle that vibrated against my back as he pulled me closer, locking his arms tighter around me. “Never. I treasure every little imperfection.” “Ryu—”

Ryutaro’s carefully cultivated image as the sandbox’s top dog was crumbling before his very eyes. In a fit of rage, Ryutaro unleashed his ultimate move: The "Dinosaur Charge." It was fast, it was furious, and it was completely terrifying to anyone within a 10-foot radius. Takuto, in a desperate bid to avoid being trampled, dodged to the side—but, unfortunately, his long pants betrayed him. With an epic, almost poetic flair, he tripped over his own legs and fell straight into Ryutaro, who, in his own panic, lost control of his attack.

I looked down and realized they’d changed me into a new nightgown, pastel-colored, reaching my thighs, buttoned almost up to my neck. Lorenzo was in loose sweatpants, and for the first time I saw his torso completely bare. Thin scars from old wounds ran through tribal tattoos that wrapped his left pectoral and flowed down his arm. On his other arm, a beautiful sleeve showed runes and wolves tangled over his biceps. He looked like a feast laid out in front of me, made for me... and I couldn’t eat. “Then if everything’s clear, I’ll go back to my place,” I said, trying to get up again, even with the dizziness and how weak I still felt.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.