Hiori Yo Novels & Stories

Chapter 9️⃣ ❤️ Hiro (2) ❤️ "Are you trying to mock me?" Rozralas nearly exploded into a rage. Her eyebrows lowered and pulled closer together. Hiro shrugged, he wasn't scared. "It seems you are totally deaf in both ears because if you aren't, you'd hear the sexy part," he said. "You are wasting time, I can't wait to kick your ass and then make them mine, you will like it." His smirk at her was out of this world.

Nathalia voice out loud, and she bends her knee to look at Hiro. "Hiro? Hiro? Do you hear me? Are you okay?" She asks as she taps Hiro's cheeks but we scream in shock when Hiro's push her. "Don't touch me! You don't have any permission to lay your hands on me." Hiro roughly says. "Gosh, I don't really know what kind of creature Hiro is." Yassi mumble, shaking her head in disappointment. "You shit!" He grunts and was about to hit's Hiro's face again but I quickly walk towards him and...

That just made Jihoon more determined to get a reaction out of her. “One of my favorite champions is Ahri.” Jihoon chuckled. “If you played, you’d get the joke.” He leaned in and said in a stage whisper, “She’s a gumiho.” Miyoung glared at him. Jihoon grinned. She continued to glower, unmoved by his best weapon. His smile wavered. “Do you really not do anything for fun? Sports? Knitting? Ancient tea ceremonies?”

geurae urineun extra But still part of this world Extra plus ordinary geugeotto byeol geo anyeo oneureun jeoldae jukji mara bicheun eodumeul ttulko naga sae sesang neodo wonhae Oh baby yes I want it naragal su eopseum ttwieo Today we will survive ttwieogal su eopseum georeo Today we will survive georeogal su eopseum gieo gieoseorado gear up gyeonwo chong! jojun! balsa! Not not today! Not not today! Hey baepsaedeura da hands up Hey chingudeura da hands up Hey nareul mitneundamyeon hands up chong! jojun! balsa! jukji ana mutji mara sori jilleo not not today kkulchi mara ulji ana soneul deureo not not today Hey not not today

I took a deep breath and opened the door. Hiro was inside standing by the wall-size window with a glass of wine in his hand. He was standing barefoot, wearing a white, slightly unbuttoned shirt with half-rolled sleeves, and black pants. His hair looked a bit messy, like he showered not long ago. He turned his head my way and smiled. In his eyes I saw something that I had never seen before, a kind of relief and yearning. I walked closer. Hiro rushed my way and hugged me close burying my face in his chest. We stood like that without a word. He squeezed me tighter like he was afraid that he would lose me if he let me go. “Thank you… thank you for not leaving me,” he whispered.

Hori clapped from across the table like she was happy for Cole and was absolutely not thinking about her own name still sitting in the box. Kyrian reached in. The room went quiet again, even more quiet than it did the first time. He unfolded the paper and stared at it for a second. "Sean and Hori." The sound Hori made was something I'd never heard from her before—halfway between a scream and a sob, hands flying to her face, already on her feet. I was already up. We crossed the room toward each other and collided in the middle and she grabbed me and jumped and I jumped with her totally happy that her name actually came up.

Hiroshi said awkwardly, “Chairman, relationships and careers cannot be treated as the same thing in the first place…” Yahiko replied angrily, “Then, just pretend that you are a playboy. You have two lovers in Osaka. Now that you are in Osaka, you will have to meet up with both of them. So, will you choose to meet up with the lover that you like more first, or will you choose to meet up with the lover that you like less first?”

Darrion ordered with a big smile. The lady chuckled. “It’s called kakigori, my dear. Alright. You are very lucky. My grandson is here, so he can give you a performance.” “What kind of performance?” Darrion asked curiously. The lady smiled and turned around a bit. “Haru, a fruity kakigori, please.” The red curtain was seen opened slightly and stepped out familiar boy with white hair and grey eyes. Jai and Darrion immediately noticed it was the same boy that had crashed in front of them a few moments ago. “Ah, you’re—”

“Welcome to Rohai Corp, Hagakure Sorahiko.” They shake hands— two unwilling players of whatever ridiculous game Miyamura is playing. “As is mine, Mr Yamato”. “Please call me Eiji”. He refuse to be so formal with such a kindred soul. Any person that sees past Miyamura’s glamour is a person worth speaking to. “Only if you call me Sora”. “Sorahiko”. “Yamato”. A smile here, a grin there. And, it's a deal. ⸻ Five minutes after Sorahiko leaves his office, Eiji’s intercom buzzes.

I could see Hikari stiffen his body, peering into nothingness with nothing but dread and rage in his eyes. Amor stroked Hikari’s back, “how dare you put your hand on your best friend’s wife, Hiri? Do you want to become my enemy?” Amor’s neon blue eyes eerily met Hikari’s tensed gaze. He grabbed Hikari’s hair and tugged his head supine. Hikari’s adam’s apple bobbed as fast as his breath. “Choose wisely, Hiri. Because if I become your enemy, everything you treasure along with your life will vanish in less than one second,” Amor leisurely ran his finger over Hikari’s throat.