Hiro Shimono Novels & Stories

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.

Walking out through the back door the car already waiting for him with another person standing right beside it. With his back at Takeshi who was walking towards the car in the garage. Making the guy open the front passenger seat as Takeshi gets inside the car. Wearing black tux and pants along with the black airports and sliver earing on his ear with that small mic on his tux. The familiar face turns towards Takeshi with a smile over his face closing the door right behind him. Walking towards the driver seat getting inside side. The same guy Ito Hiroto who was working with Koishi in the fast-food turns rearview at his face with a smile over his face.

his words were cut off by Nat shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth. "Adam talks way too much sometimes," she said with a sympathetic shake of her head. "It's okay. Higan is also pretty blunt," I said. "It's called being honest," Higan corrected as he walked into the room and sat next to me. "I walk away for a moment and you are ready to slander me." I tensed when he rested his hand a little too high on my thigh, the balls of his fingers dipped into my inner thigh. I looked at the couple in front of me. They were talking about something and did not pay us any mind so, I relaxed a little.

he smiled widely. The only thing I got from that was that the tall piece of man meat was going to be staying with us and I've just been dumped, it's the best thing that could ever happen, I mean, just imagine waking up and walking into the bathroom to see him, shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his v-line a little, the messy wet hair and the water sliding down his body. "Go say hi." Jonathan said, pulling me from my thoughts. My mum had already left and he was looking straight at me and him, "Okay." I said and began walking towards him, "Hi," I extended my arm, "I'm Jade."

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 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 *