Hao Asakura 소설 & 이야기

What surprised me was the bruises on his half-naked body and his being chained to a collar with a stars-damn leash. When Jase collars and leashes, it’s fun. I don’t mind being his hound, but when we play, Jase has never once abused me like what has been done to Carson. Did Razor ever give him a safe word? Probably not, since his play isn’t sexual regarding men. It’s mental. Mine is Dorayaki. It’s my favorite dessert I get whenever I visit Japan on business with Ryder. They are mini pancakes that sandwich savory meats and red bean paste between them. Yum!

He then stood up with a quick glance at me. "Well, I think we haven't met for almost five years. Let me introduce myself as Hansung, the owner of the MJ Group and five percent of the shares of the NH Group," said Akira, who I recognized as Hansung and bowed after saying it. What kind of joke is this? How could it be that Akira, who I know only the editor of Japanese descent is Hansung, is the owner of the company? Akira, the man who left Lee Umji when he drowned.

She said and we both exchanged this dangerous smile. TBC.... So Aaron and Hana were friends 😁😁😁 Which kind of enemies are this one like this 💔💔 Poor Akira 😣😣😣

MIRANDA Ace rolled off me, breathing heavily with beads of sweat coating his flushed skin. His hair that was long at the top matted over his forehead and those stunning hazel eyes were hooded with exhaustion, "I'm wrung out," he regretfully grumbled on a breath.

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Third Person Point of View: “What the fuck is this?” Viktor asked, frowning at the sight of the men carrying the crate. The men brought in the boxes that were arriving from nearby families who were pledging their loyalty to Esteban, and this in specific was for Viktor. “It came to you, from Alexei Aslanov” one of the men said, looking down at his feet, avoiding his and the Alpha’s eyes. They knew the punishment for trying to do so, and each one of them wanted to keep that head of his over his shoulders.

“What’s its name?” “Aki,” I said. “He’s a Havanese. He found Toby first.” The woman got down to her knees and reached out to stroke Aki’s head. “Thank you for finding Toby.” Aki stuck out his tongue and wagged his tail. He looked damn pleased. When she stood again, she said, “I’m Sakura. What’s your name?” Sakura? As in the Japanese Sakura? As in cherry blossom Sakura? I must admit the name fit her perfectly.

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple

It sucks. 4: Hiro - Demons and Shin

I replied with a smile. " So you are" he asked with a smile. " Ā watashi no manā o mite. I am sorry. I am Haru Salvador. I am Miss Pierce's assistant and a designer" I smiled and shake my hands with both of them. "Oh. Hi Haru nice to meet you" Yoshi said to me "You know me. But still Iam Yoshiyuki Hatori and this my friend here is Zen Kirishima" he added. I looked towards him and forwarded my hand for a shake. The moment he took my hand to shake I could feel a tingling feeling rushing through my arms. The moment he touched me my heart skipped a beat. Unable to move, yet drawn forward by some invisible force, I didn’t know what to do. I don’t usually lose confidence in myself, having dealt wi