Hiroto Kun Mga Nobela at Kwento

I change the subject "He has a kid?" His eyebrows raise, "Since when?" He seems shocked "Yeah, his name is Carter, he is the cutest little thing. Even though I haven't seen him in real life, I saw pictures and he looks more like me, than Ryder," I say He chuckles shortly, "What do you do at the gym?" "Gymnastics and my brother is teaching me self-defence. You should fight me," I tell him doing playful karate moves with my hands.

She bowed as well and took a seat across from Kent. “Hello Alpha Kent.” She stuttered. “Beautiful. Everything I heard about your daughter is proven true. She is a vision.” Kent said. Then he snapped his fingers. The wolf under him left his side and circled Marianna, he whimpered, then came back to Kent. Kent nodded at him. “Would you like supper, Alpha Kent? I’ve made turkey legs. Freshly caught.” Marianna excitedly said. “Who caught it?” Kent asked. “J—“ Marianna started but my mother gave her a warning look. “I did.” She finished.

Immediately after that, he knocked on the door and said, “Mr. George, Mr. Hattori and the others have arrived.” Finley, who was inside the private room, said loudly, “Invite them in!” The young man opened the door and said to Kazuo, “Mr. Hattori, please.” At this moment, Kazuo finally met Finley for the first time. He didn’t know Finley before today, nor had he ever seen any reports related to Finley in any media. Thus, he was curious about Finley, who was now in front of him. However, he was keen enough not to stare at Finley for too long. Instead, he said respectfully, “Hello, Mr. George. I’m Hattori Kazuo, son of Hattori Hanzo of the Iga Ninja!”

Mizu sighed, "Can you please state your name? We just wanted to know it. We meant no harm, it's a trouble to just say, 'You' every time." The guy glared at her intently which Mizu didn't avoid and stared back undauntedly. The guy clicked his tongue, and finally say his name in this long fuss. "I'm Haruto, 16," he said, averting his gaze. The guy hiding at the back of Mizu, suddenly step out bravely, "Eh? Your 16? I'm older than you in one year, call me big bro, Haruto." Zhi was already acting casual.

This is technically, my favorite part of Haruto's Chashitsu. 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. Stepping out of my car, I handed the key over to a servant boy who came up to me and walked towards Haruto.

“You must be mistaken.” “When Edwin came to me before, he didn’t save me. He saved you and Denver.” “Hah! You’re too good at pretending, brat!” Denver laughed, furious. He then snapped his fingers before pointing at Harvey. “Get him!” Bang! Without hesitation, Hiroshi immediately stomped the ground and leapt forward. At the same time, he threw a devastating punch mid-air, filled with murderous intent. As the top talent in Island Nations’ Karate world of the younger generation, Hiroshi was confident in his skills.

He is a good man too, honest and helpful but what if I'm only searching for Eren in him? I can't do that to him. After grabbing the helmet, I put it on and with a deep breath, I hop on this Kawa after about nearly four years. My chest is automatically pressed against Erden's hard back and at that moment, my brain can't help but to remind me how familiar it feels. Stop it Hayat. He is not Eren. With that thought, I wrap my arms around his body till my hands rest firmly on his chest. Once more, his body reminds—

But before she could say anything the light switched on revealing the stupid grinning doe-eyed person holding her captive with his body. Sorin Kim. Again. This was ridiculous. Looking all hot with his grey sweatpants and hoodie and that stupidly ruffled hair. Standing behind the both you was the entire Bhatt family with Aarav rushing inside with a pillow in his hand and his hair ruffled up and his eyes half closed and cutely shouting out "Who's the food stealing maniac, I am gonna kill him!? " Followed by a grumbling Devika and their parents Janvi Bhatt and Manuel Bhatt.

“You mean ‘that’ list?” Chie nodded her head with a smile. “What’s his name?” Kiyo sighed internally, knowing there’s nothing she could do to stop her best friend. “His name is Haato. We call him Haato-kun.” Chie gasped softly. “Haato-kun. And his hair is red, like a blooming heart.” Chie moaned softly. “What a perfect combination.” “If you say it like that, yeah, but I don’t really see him as perfect.” Kiyo said.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.