Novel & Cerita Hiro Shimono

"I usually prefer a good whiskey. Do you like Jameson?" "I'm Irish. What do you think?" They laugh and the next thing I know, he has the bartender pour three glasses of Jameson and then slides one over to me. "I'm Tommy and this here the funny-looking fellow is Joey." "Funny-looking?" Joey echoes, his tone playful. I reach for the glass. "Thanks. I'm Rylan." Tommy and Joey lift their glasses. "To new friends," Tommy says and they clink their glasses against mine.

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

Yoana showed a peculiar look in her eyes, then quietly whispered, “Sir York, according to my intel, Mitchell is completely enraged now. “Not only is he coming here, he even invited an expert from the Shinkage Way along. “I heard that person is a true God of War. “Please be careful. Gods of War from the Island Nations are all grandmasters of Kendo! They’re hard to deal with!” “A grandmaster of Kendo from the Island Nations? A God of War?” Harvey gave a thought to the situation. “Who are you talking about exactly?” “The Sword Saint of the Shinkage Way, Miyata Shinosuke! “He’s a true God of War. “I heard that he already took off. He’ll arrive with Mitchell tomorrow.

I wasn’t paying much attention but when I looked at her making notes, my eyes widened in shock. Inez is right-hand dominant!

I impatiently asked the man who sat on the comfy leather seat infront of me, only the big oak table separating us. “Miss Celestina Vidal, you cant keep doing this, we may expel you this time.” The man in the suit, also known as Julian Romero the headmaster said whilst fixing his expensive blue checkered tie. “Oh please, I didn’t even do anything.” I scoffed, as I leaned back on the wooden chair which had been giving me aches from the past few minutes.

The craftsmanship, the quiet elegance, it felt like stepping into another century. Footsteps approached. Haruto Suzuki entered first, impeccable in a charcoal kimono-style jacket over tailored trousers. Beside him walked the interpreter I recognized from the waterfront lounge, and a woman who could only be his wife. She is stunning, flawless porcelain skin, long black hair pinned in an elegant twist, wearing a deep plum kimono embroidered with silver cranes. She looked no older than me, maybe twenty-five or twenty-six, but carried herself with the quiet confidence of someone who’d grown up knowing exactly who she was.

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

However as she was so focused on Rogue she missed one important detail, throughout the ordeal itself Ashlee was watching from the sidelines. “ it seems Hiraizumi is going to be interesting this coming months” Ashlee chuckled blending in with the shadows his eyes being the ones glowing from within, their bluish silvery colour scaring away the nocturnal wild life. He stayed for a few seconds and then vanished heading back to report on what he had observed.

Damn Nami! _______