Hiroto Kun Mga Nobela at Kwento

Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand. Damon's hair was cropped close to his head, emphasizing the sharp lines of his features. The sun glinted off his skin, highlighting the definition of his muscles beneath the fitted t-shirt he wore, which clung to his chest and arms in a way that showcased his physique without being overly tight. His jeans were well-worn and fit him perfectly, completing the look of effortless cool.

His handwriting looked suspiciously like Helvetica. “Next time,” he muttered, “I bring my own battery-powered mic. And maybe hire a PR consultant.” His best friend, Hiroshi—a boy known mostly for his glue-eating habits and stunning lack of volume control—plopped down beside him and grinned. “You’re weird,” Hiroshi said cheerfully. “But I like you.” Takuto paused. He looked at his friend, then down at his pages of projections and pie charts. Slowly, he closed the planner.

Adrian had just stared at the blood on his hands. Not horrified. Not proud. Just… quiet. That was the first time the gray-bearded hunter had looked at him strangely. “You didn’t hesitate,” the man said. Adrian wiped the blade clean. “No.” The hunter nodded slowly. “Be careful with that.” “With what?” “The part of you that didn’t hesitate.” Adrian didn’t understand what he meant at the time. He would, eventually. ⸻ Years passed. More hunts. More battles. More blood.

Pretend like none of this ever happened. 38: Hiro - Surrender

It was rare and could only be harnessed by elemental, rare, and strong wolves who had ki and could beat the heat produced. The only person I knew that could harness such an element happened to be Alpha Ryu, and he hadn’t drawn out a sword ever since… “Please save me…” He groaned. I looked around, scanning the area to see if anyone had seen us. Just as I expected, they were all focused on Ryu. “You have to get me out of here before he kills me.” I couldn’t see anyone holding a sword, nor did I smell any danger. Madona, who had the negation artifact, definitely couldn’t be the one since I punished her for her treacherous tongue. Who then could make a Gamma such as Kyle scared to the bone?

Alex said calmly. Miranda Finn got very excited as she watched this scene unfold. If there weren’t other people around, she would’ve shouted the name of the Condor Heroes’ protagonist—she loved watching the drama series. In her eyes, any man who was strong in martial arts was like the drama series’ protagonist, and she would call them Daddy. “Outrageous!” Heath shouted angrily. “Mr. Kitagawa, it’s your turn.” He turned to Mr. Kitagawa. “A Japanese?” Alex was stunned. Only then did he notice that Mr. Kitagawa was indeed a little different. “Are you a ninja?” Alex asked.

“This is not tension, Mr. Sica, I absolutely despise you. As cold as it might sound, I cannot trust you. You have proven to me that you are a man who would not hesitate to throw people to gutters once you are done with them. But it is fine, isn't it? It is what CEO’s do.” The car suddenly swerved left and surprisingly enough it was Mr. Sica’s doing. He looked angry. Not that he was fuming or had veins bulging across his forehead. His anger was the type a calculated man. It was pretty clear why he was a top gun and still remained at the top in the business world. He was a pretty great actor. I fixed my attention to the back to see how Samuel was faring forgetting the safety seat were still wo

On a normal day, that would have made me chuckle but I was too tired to even form a proper smile so I just shrugged it off whilst walking to my room. But Violet had other plans. She was on my tail. I pulled the death called heels from my aching feet and continued to strip. "Since nothing happened, just tell of his appearance". This earned her a blank stare. "Come on Kris. At least give me some little juicy details to keep me alive till tomorrow". She whined dramatically. "He's not that hot". And right there is a big fat lie. He was fucking hot. Even better than a Greek god. He's grown his hair a little longer than it was but it was well groomed. His sharp jawline was covered with perfectly s

I instructed. We took another turn and found ourselves at a dead end. “Stop right there, Kitsune. Or should I say Yūri Hatake.” an unfamiliar voice called out, followed by the unmistakable click of a gun being cocked. I glanced at Hibiki, who only nodded with his eyes as he stealthily unfastened his belt. “No funny business. Turn around slowly.” the man commanded.

Akira: Hanzo Clone, Toru Wind, Kasumi Fire. Hanzo: Shadow clone. Toru: Turbulence. Kasumi: Don’t tell me what i must do. Fire Ball. Akira: Don’t complain. Earth Bind CRASHH ROAAARRRR Kasumi: Tch, it isn’t effective, HANA!!! Hana: LIghtning. DUARRR.. ROAARRRR The Goblin King in front of us gave another angry roar and trying to attack ius indiscrimately. Akira: Earth Prison.