Hao Asakura Novels & Stories

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

I keep glancing around, at the well-kept garden surrounding the house, at the freaking large mansion, at the fountain in the middle of the garden, and I can’t just stop thinking about how much money the Aronohais must have. One percent of that would have me settled for life. Damn Aronohais. Damn rich people. “Is there a reason why you’re skulking around like a rat Sorahiko?”, Bastard asks while staring into my soul. What did I do now?. “Come introduce yourself to Mrs Shimizu”. Yes, your Majesty. I drag myself from where I’m leaning against the car and make my way to them, once I get to them, I bow low. “It is a pleasure to meet you Ma’am, my name is Hagakure Sorahiko, and I am Mr Aronohai’s

I take a deep breath and do my best to calm myself. “What’s your full name?” Aaron questions moving over in a rolling chair to look Hanzo over like he’s inspecting him. “Hanzo Emrys Bushida, just like my mother,” Hanzo answers then nods to a Japanese woman sitting at the table, she instantly goes white. She has long black hair and very similar features to Hanzo just more elegant. “Aiko Bushida?” Aaron questions looking to the woman like it was an accusation. “Hanzo is my son,” she admits watching Hanzo with fear flooding her eyes.

If anything happens to Raya, he won't be able to forgive himself. He has been reckless enough to not handle Darius right from the start. Deep down, he knew why Darius had her captive; it has everything to do with the divorce papers, and he's sure of that. "Hey, man--" Axel cut him off, "What the fuck happened to the security team?" Axel roared through the phone just as Asher picked up the call. "Cal---" He cut him off, knowing what he would say again: "Don't give me that crap! What the hell happened!?”

She spilled cola on Kenichi's guitar when he didn't return her interest. Agawa- From Iceland and a college student, his ash blonde hair is natural. He plays bass, doesn't like listening to those he doesn't respect. Only respects people who have decent skill in music. Is popular among the ladies and has a fan club. Hagihara- A bald and tall young man who wears tinted glasses, is he a fan of Satoshi or he simply just shy? He tends to wear all black and his deep voice can unnerve many but unlike his appearance, he's actually a kind fellow and is often cleaning up Akemi's messes and misunderstandings. A mediator.

He tilted his head and spoke. "You're going to get a hole in your chest if you keep staring at me." His warm voice made the warning feel more like an advice from a close acquaintance. His attire was a familiar but she couldn't make out where she saw it. It was when she noticed a part of the blue dragon tattoo on the side of his neck that she realized. "Are you an assasin from the Hian Ji clan?" She asked without hesitation and continued. "Yes, you are one. A lone wolf at that if I'm not wrong. What is your purpose here?"

“Naka-Meguro? What’s there?” “There’s a soba place I’ve wanted to try for a while. It’s called Tokyo Dosanjin.” Sakura quickly typed it into G****e, scrolling through reviews and photos. “Oh, they use citrus in their soba?” “The citrus soba’s not in this month,” Heri grinned. “But their lunch sets still look good. Come on, get ready.” Sakura smiled faintly. Heri looked genuinely excited. While Sakura got herself ready, Heri checked his own bag—PASMO card, wallet, charger, phone. “All good,” he murmured.

The only thing that I wanted to enjoy was this peace that we were in. Alpha Kael stood at the head of the table, the subtle lines of his face softened by a thoughtful, gentle expression as he raised his glass, holding our attention. We all looked at him and he smiled, A fatherly gesture, but I did not think that I would be seeing in him.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Not for comfort. For inventory. The door slid open. A man stepped inside, impeccably dressed, his presence oily with confidence. Silver threaded his dark hair. His eyes assessed her not as a person, but as an appraisal. “So,” he said calmly, in accented English. “You’re worth the trouble.” Evelyn met his gaze without flinching. “You must be Hiroto Sakamura.” His smile widened. “Famous already.” She swallowed, steadying herself. “You won’t survive this.”