Novelas y relatos de Hikaru Ohshc

His image is like a guardian angel, who came to rescue me from the cruelty in the eyes of the man I once loved. Hiroki's maneuvers are amazing, he manages to defeat many soldiers with just a sword; he pushes Satoshi to a wall leaving him without any advantage hitting his head without being able to move, more soldiers appeared until we were surrounded. Hiroki stood in front of me as a human shield preventing them from doing any damage to me, however, he couldn't do much since we were already surrounded.

* suggested Keyla Kojiro fired his Neotiger Shot and Hikaru his Eagle Shot, but Keyla blocked them both. *so Key, you can play football better than us, you are better in goal than Genzo, you can play volleyball and you work as a doctor. Anything else we should know? * Hikaru looked in Keyla's direction in astonishment. *Hikaru that's what you call multi-talent* Keyla laughed *so girls and next time a little more respect for your captain. If you have respect for her, I have respect for you too* Kojiro looked at the girls seriously.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"

Everett said that shocked them all. "EHH??" Chan asked while his mouth was wide open, too stunned to speak. "What did you say?" Rio asked, looking intently at him. "Yeah!" he said, "I just know him because my cousin goes to the same school as him and they said that he is Osamu Hiromi, also known as the Filipino-Japanese prodigy!" he said to them. They remained silent after that and couldn't even move for a while. "A prodigy, huh?’ Rio said to himself.

10 years before the present moment. 1 week later Subdivision of the Delphos company Japan. Nagasaki Hiroshi Mika. 31 years old. Are you a virgin. He was a boy whose personal background involved dreaming about singers and dating dolls, dressing up as a dog, going to events on his favourited television shows.

Charlie looked at Yahiko nonchalantly, then smiled as he said, “Seems like Mr. Ito has a good understanding of Oskian culture. Just a while ago, you were able to mention the words ‘Prepare for unprecedented events and accumulate strength’, now, you’re able to say the phrase ‘A talented person is free to choose his own boss’... it looks like you know Oskian culture very well indeed!” Yahiko said seriously, “When I was young, I idolized Togo Heihachiro, who had led the Japanese navy to defeat the Russian navy in the Battle of Tsushima. It was said that Togo Heihachiro brought along a waist tag with these words engraved on it—‘To worship Macduff Ybarra for the rest of life’. It was only then th

V4 waved her off. " *laughs* Yeah that time he accidentally ate his spoon and coughed it back out." Kagome laughed as she banged the table. " Oh, My!" Cynthia exclaimed. We could hear the conversation start back up as we stood in front of the mirror in the foyer but I was more focused on Hikaru. He stares at himself through the mirror, his ocean-blue eyes had a spark of yellow in them. Just like the harsh sunlight shining down on the ocean waves on a hot summer day, leaving stranded sailors praying for rain or even a cloud. A smirk appeared on his face along with a small laugh, but as soon as he noticed me, he dropped his smirk as he turned to me.

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

Hikaru says, leaning over the counter to kiss me before ordering a matcha latte. “Who is she?” Casey asks. “Hikaru isn’t a girl, they are non-binary and yeah, they are kind of like… a semi feminine…oh shit! That is the first time I have seen Hiku in a skirt and they are super cute!” I say, noticing what Hikaru has on. They have on a little short schoolgirl skirt in pink and white thigh-high stockings with platform Mary Janes and cropped hoodie over a pink harness, that is just showing when they raise their arms up to pull themself up and sit on the edge of the counter.