Hinata Hajime Novels & Stories

Sage slipped his finger out brushing his lips against mine before he pulled away. "Next time you try something like this, it won't be my fingers buried deep inside you but my dick" he blurts before soaring me a last-minute look and walking away. I watched him disappear into the bathroom leaving me to my thoughts on what the fuck just happened. I walked to the mirror coming into view with my swollen lips and messy hair. I look like a sexy model that was reaped out of a magazine. A hickey a little bit closer to my neck me running my hands around it while a blush formulated on my cheeks.

Was the first thing Mackenzie said as we started trading food without even looking down "Well, he has tattoos. He has a lot of tattoos, everywhere," I say slightly daydreaming about him, "A small nose ring, and dark brown hair," I tell her, "And he has muscles, like Hulk," I compare him, using my hands to show the size of his muscles "Only you would compare that God to Hulk," Amber-Rose laughs "How did you meet him?" Mackenzie asks me suddenly, seeming suspicious. "As I was walking home from the gym I bumped into him and he dropped some money so I caught up to him to give him his money and he offered to take me home," I blush as I lie, "He's nice though and he helped me with my homework last

The interior reflects the wealth in a minimalist way, which is actually pleasant to look at. “Alpha Fenriz, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Takahashi Itsamu, Homura’s husband, comes out to greet us when we sit down to have tea. Slipping his arm around his wife, he gives me a look that says he’s not scared of me. Cute.

Hajime nonchalantly replied as he went straight to his room. Lazarus knew that Hajime was being cautious, he knew that he was on a mission. They have been friends since childhood, and they always have each other's backs despite Hajime's saltiness. They only have each other in the world of delinquents with a vile future ahead of them. Lazarus wants to fulfill the tool role he has from Hajime, but why does he feel like doing nothing at all? The next morning came, and as usual, Hajime is not at home again, but Lazarus decided to wake up early before he can even leave.

The late afternoon had ended with us winning the tournament. Rainwood was the winner, only because of their Captain otherwise we would have been dead ants. Caleb looked a bit sad but his wide smile had lifted up the gloomy atmosphere that was lurking around his teammates. “Yo Lina.” Ares whispered from behind, earning a shriek from me. “Holy chicken nuggets.” I instantly turned around and saw him smirk at me. “The little girl gets scared too, huh?” He teased, giving me a childish grin.

I slightly pulled one of my bag's straps, feeling out of place. "Jamie," I heard someone call and looked up to face Higan. He wore a white shirt that was tucked into navy blue pants. His hair was in its usual dark mess and he had on a charming smile. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I was a little busy when I saw your text." "It's about time," I said with a small smile. "I almost felt like I would be kicked out if I stood here for too long." "You should have taken a seat."

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

They were putting on dragon-scale armors, which protected them from mage attacks and any other witch incarnations except for powerful curses. “Are you?” My eyes widened as I stared at Hilary, who still had a smile on her face. “Battle Lord Hilary, Alpha Ryu happens to be in his chambers, but we can’t get in without his personal maiden, whom we are yet to find.” I snapped out of the handshake, staggering back to get a full glimpse of her hair. Just as I expected, a three-way ponytail that pointed in three cardinal directions: north, west, and east. The legendary Battle Lord Hilary of the Seven Skulls is known to keep order in the supernatural world.

It both broke my heart and made me love him even more. Because he was the Haunter Supreme, who always had everything under control. Even during that last cleansing, bent over in pain and bleeding, he was on top of things. It was easy to love the champion, the strong guy always ready to come to the rescue, the stud that made me beg for mercy, the sharp control-freak. But his dropping the tough-guy persona like this touched my heart so deeply, it brought tears to my eyes. “Come, love,” I whispered.

Pretend like none of this ever happened. 38: Hiro - Surrender