Hiroaki "tommy" Tominaga Novels & Stories

"Who are you?" The question only left Ejima turning to the right and satisfaction welled in her stomach when she saw the owner of the voice hiding behind a huge tree. He still wore his hair in a braid and had tied them back to form a ponytail cascade. Even from the distance, Ejima could see the rich brown eyes and the gigantic features. He wasn't wearing those silly cowries, thank the gods, but his looks were...well. Ejima shrugged. "You look beautiful." That was an awkward thing to say and Ejima regretted saying them as the man walked out of his hiding place. Contempt and disdain marked his poise and expression.

They opened the doors and the young man appears, he is tall with long wavy reddish hair, his manly face with intense black eyes; although he is quite handsome his expressions are cold and dominant, his frown a little frowned and serious, his eyebrows of the same tone bushy but not exaggerated, what most captivated me was that red hair as intense as the fire or the sunset, I must admit that it is quite attractive that shade of hair so interesting, so much so that the maidens were more perplexed at his appearance, although personally Satoshi for me is more attractive, I'm just curious about the hair and his gestures so serious. He comes closer and closer to me, his look is so threatening that

Tomi Hideki: The Prankster "Number four, Tomi Hideki – the 'Man with Many Pranks'," she read, her eyebrows shooting up. "He's half Filipino, half Japanese, and the second son of the Hideki Clan, a Mafia boss in Japan. He's the Strategy Head of Knights Advertising, with a mind that's always plotting and scheming." She chuckled, a shiver running down her spine. "He loves to prank people, and it's all fun and games for him. But a Mafia boss's son? Yikes! What if I do something he doesn't like? He might send me to Japan and chop off my fingers!" She clutched her hands to her chest, a wave of fear washing over her. "He's handsome, with those piercing black eyes, but I'm not risking my life for a

The Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, the East’s most potent pack leader, was infamous for his ruthlessness and hatred of the impolite. According to legend, he murdered most of his servants, and his reign was marked by bloodshed. Nothing was too much for a man to do to ensure that those around him obeyed his every command. To him, it is preferable to slaughter the weak and bathe in their blood beneath the light of a harvest moon. His wolf was said to be a monster with red eyes that glowed in the dark, watching its victims before tearing them apart.

His name was Solomon Asante, and he was the Chief Financial Officer of Levity Museum. “He is the great Kaizo. He doesn’t need something like time, nor does he require our empathy. He would be fine. His superior intelligence would be wasted if we keep cuddling him.” A man seated closest to Chairman Levity scoffed and said. While he sounded rough and uncouth, he was actually a pleasant person. It was just his nature to speak and act the way he was. He was basically an old man with a bad temper, but the most noticeable thing about him were his eyes. One of his eyes was grey, meaning that he had lost his vision in that eye, but the other was pristine blue and as beautiful as the majestic ocean.

She waved and smiled. Arlo continued, "and this big guy over here is Tom. He'll be captaining the other raft." He motioned toward a tall, well-muscled man with wavy brown hair and a beard. The guy reminded me of Magnum PI. "Tom is from New Zealand and can teach you all sorts of cool Kiwi phrases." "Right you are," Tom said with a very pronounced Kiwi accent and a broad smile.

"Something... important." He leaned back in his chair, arms crossing over his broad chest. His face remained impassive, but I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves. "I’m listening," he said, the words clipped and cold. I inhaled sharply, trying to find the strength to continue. My voice barely rose above a whisper. "I was sent here. On orders." Ryu’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he said nothing, waiting. "My father is Sir Harry," I confessed, each syllable tasting like ash on my tongue. "Alpha of Moon Hound Pack."

the businessman declared with formal courtesy. “But I am…” Tom laughed replying to his assumption, “I just never had a chance to meet my Japanese parents…” Their conversation seemed to be like a boxing match, they both danced around each other waiting for a right moment to strike. I kept wondering if it was because Mr. Okada found Tom suspicious from the start? But why? I clearly remembered that he said that even his uncle wouldn't recognize him… “I saw you pictures from Tokyo in one issue of Worldful Press's magazine… You even… photographed our Tsuchida Holdings tower…” Mr. Okada began stating the reason why he wanted to meet Tom.

she said and began walking away. I can see Yagami boiling up to say something, "wait, can I know your name at least?" He asked. She then turned smiled and said, "okay, I am Tomo, the only daughter of Sir Collins the richest man in Iceland."

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.