Novel & Cerita Haruto Watanabe

Akiko didn't know him. He's younger than Watanabe, but he is definitely over thirty. His hair was a bit long—too long, in fact, for an employee. But because he sat in Watanabe's chair, it was clear that the fairly handsome man held a higher position than Watanabe. Likely, no one dared to criticize the length of his hair. Together with Mori, Akiko and Riko bowed. “We’re here, Sato-san.” Mori greeted the man who was sitting.

He recognised the lad. “He is the one! Come over here, brothers! Murai!” Jonah cried excitedly, running in quick steps to meet Murai. “Murai, is that you? I am Jonah, your brother.” He needed to be sure. “Yes, it’s me,” Murai said. Jonah exploded, “Murai! Murai! The son of Hugadah. Let us praise Zoe. Murai will conquer our enemies someday. Great Murai!” Jonah smiled and hugged him.

The crew advanced. The meeting point was a derelict pier warehouse, doors yawning open like a trap. Inside, dim sodium lights buzzed overhead. Kurogane-kai enforcers waited—eight visible, more likely hidden. Their leader stood center: Hiroshi Tanaka, mid-forties, dragon tattoo curling from collar to jaw. Sharp suit, sharper eyes. Beside him, Victor Kane bald, imposing, predatory grin intact despite the bruises from the merger room brawl. Tanaka spoke first, voice clipped English. “Vane. You brought an army. Disrespectful.”

Catrina hissed, “It’s Alpha!” “I don’t understand what you’re talking about. You keep mentioning Luna, Alpha, and me being human. What is all this even supposed to mean?” I replied. As I spoke, my hair shifted, revealing my face. Dane’s eyes narrowed with anger, his expression growing dark just as it had before, but this time he wasn’t pleased. He pulled my hair to the other side, and I tried to cover my eye, but he lifted my chin with his finger. “Who did this?” he growled, and his chest rumbled, startling me.

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

"So, I heard that the name of Hitaku members is Hikari, Neu, and Nimura. Your leader tells me that all of you didn't have enough time to spend on the group since all of you were busy with something. Because of that, he tries to find something that maybe will extract the attention from Hitaku members. He then discusses this competition with our leader." The way that that guy was talking about Sabu-sama makes Neu feel sick. But Neu was thinking that maybe he should hear more about it from that guy. So he just acting like he didn't really know about Sabu-sama and told that guy to continue talking about it. That guy was so weird when Neu says that he didn't know more about Sabu-sama but since th

Haruto inspected each item personally, face impassive. When the last crate was resealed he turned to Dante and spoke in measured Japanese. The interpreter, standing a respectful distance away, translated immediately: “Everything is as agreed. Quality exceeds expectations.” He paused, allowing a small, satisfied smile. “The auction is scheduled for next weekend. You will receive full payment within eight days of closing.” Dante inclined his head. “Pleasure doing business, Suzuki-san.” A brief, formal handshake. Then, surprisingly, Haruto turned to me, bowed slightly deeper than protocol demanded, and spoke directly in Japanese. “Congratulations again on your condition. May your child bring yo

Onsen water is geothermally heated beneath the ground and rises to the surface bubbling hot. Haruto stood waiting for me as I pulled up at the entrance of his Chashitsu. He was all smiles, wearing a beautiful red kimono designed with dragon patterns. One look at Haruto and you immediately get the idea of a rich potbellied businessman. He was a good-natured jolly man and successful too. He also has many wives. " Nice seeing you again, Mr Langdon," Haruto bowed slightly, beaming with a bright smile that threatened to split his fat face. " We've been expecting you."

Mizu sighed, "Can you please state your name? We just wanted to know it. We meant no harm, it's a trouble to just say, 'You' every time." The guy glared at her intently which Mizu didn't avoid and stared back undauntedly. The guy clicked his tongue, and finally say his name in this long fuss. "I'm Haruto, 16," he said, averting his gaze. The guy hiding at the back of Mizu, suddenly step out bravely, "Eh? Your 16? I'm older than you in one year, call me big bro, Haruto." Zhi was already acting casual.

Fusae nodded and said, "The huge man with two meters in height is Sekibayashi Jun. He's a famous pro-wrestler and a very strong fighter. In public, he's very famous, you should know him." Monica looked at Sekibayashi Jun who was so tall and caused the people around him to look like a dwarf. He thought for a while and nodded since it seemed the previous Monica Oga also knew about Sekibayashi Jun. "The muscular man that is standing with that fat man is Wakatsuki Takeshi, who is also known as The Wild Tiger. He's an affiliated fighter of Furumi Pharmaceuticals, and by the way, the fat man who is standing beside Wakatsuki is the CEO of Furumi Pharmaceuticals," Fusae explained.