Hiroto Kun Novels & Stories

Onsen water is geothermally heated beneath the ground and rises to the surface bubbling hot. Haruto stood waiting for me as I pulled up at the entrance of his Chashitsu. He was all smiles, wearing a beautiful red kimono designed with dragon patterns. One look at Haruto and you immediately get the idea of a rich potbellied businessman. He was a good-natured jolly man and successful too. He also has many wives. " Nice seeing you again, Mr Langdon," Haruto bowed slightly, beaming with a bright smile that threatened to split his fat face. " We've been expecting you."

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

No one was there. “Here she is….” A masculine voice said from behind me. I spun around and met his terrified blue eyes. He was the same tattooed and ginger-haired man. Devito! He smirked and strolled towards me, leering. “You look more beautiful than before.” He held his hand out. “You were in such a hurry that day that we didn’t get time to introduce ourselves. I’m Leo Devito.” I looked away and stepped back from him. “Where is Cassius?”

- I answered him. - So, you have alpha training? Why didn't you say that before? – the headmaster asked me. - I didn't know what training was given here. Anyway, I rarely beat my cousin. He's an alpha, and I'm merely a beta. - Do you mean River Ash's future alpha? - he asked me. - Yes.

"There is something strange about you, man. I don't know what it is, but I will find out eventually." "Whatever you say, Hirðstjóri." Brand shrugged again. He didn't like the way the man looked at him. He somehow suspected something. Could he be one of the ones who had hunted the other shifters down when they escaped? They were still staring at each other when the young warrior returned with a bowl of some type of brown stew and a half-stale heel of bread. He presented the fare like he was a waiter in a fancy steakhouse back home. Brand almost laughed at the image. "Here's his food," the boy said proudly.

I used to doubt the possibility of them being obsessed with Alpha Leonardo, until the first time I set my eyes on him at the marketplace. He had the perfect height, 6ft tall, well-structured face with a chiseled nose. His brown eyes were so beautiful that I almost mistook him for a beautiful lady. His body frame was also perfect; athletic-like. I’d never seen a man so perfectly created by the Goddess. But his personality spoiled it all. He was ruthless and merciless, prideful and arrogant. A disgusting beast, who had zero regard for his subjects. Everyone detested him, and I was the front-runner. My hatred for him grew after the incident at the marketplace when his men knocked down an old la

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

"You seeing anyone lately Haruto?" I asked, wanting to steer the conversation away from sex. "Nope. Not yet" he answered. Toshiro chuckled. "Haruto is a nun. Saving himself for the lord or should I say, Virgin Mary" Haruto chucked a pillow at Toshiro who ducked since he saw it coming. We burst out laughing. It's kinda true though. I've never heard Haruto mention any girl to me. Now that I think of it, he rarely talks about sex.