Hitman Reborn Tsuna Novels & Stories

He got that sense of bad boy when you look at him. “Oh, excuse me.” The guy said. Then he walked past Jai and to the door, passing by Harris who’s entering the place. “Hey, you left me.” Harris faked a pout. But Jai wasn’t looking at him, he was looking at the red haired guy who just left. Harris realized whom Jai was looking at. “Oh. That’s Satoru Hirabayashi.” “Who?” Jai looked at him. “Satoru Hirabayashi from the Hirabayashi clan. He’s one of the geniuses of this generation. He’s a very skilled hunter.” Harris said.

if I can recall his name is Seisaju he's one of the forth Strongest Kiyosaku. Seisaju : Well Shinjuku we're here. Shinjuku : Yessss Now let the games begin. S1 E10 "Life or Death"

I should pay her a visit. “The fourth one is Lady Aya Hiwa, second daughter of Daimyo Aya Nagatasuke. She is Lady Aiyo’s best friend. Both of them have the same mean personality. Always trying to win the Emperor’s favor.” Here comes the third bitch. “And the last one is Lady Hisamatsu Tsuya, the only daughter of General Hisamatsu Taketoshi. The meanest of them all. She always threatens you and then blames you for things you did not do. You never fight back and that’s why she loves to insult and threaten you. She also has some knowledge of martial arts since her father is a general. Please be careful around her Yukina.” Martial arts you say? Oh this just got way more interesting.

What I do know is that they will all fight and die together today. “Who is going to call the fight?” I called out. “I will,” a ranked wolf pushed through the crowd. He had blonde hair and blue eyes and looked like he belonged on a magazine cover. He stopped near me and gave a slight bow, “Luna.” He was the first person here to give me any respect at all. I appreciated his doing that. “This is my Delta, Daniel Gibson,” Easton called over to me. I gave a slight bow in return and said, “Delta Gibson.”

A veil trailing behind me. ‘No. No, no, no.’ “I do,” a familiar voice said beside me, warm and confident. I turned, and my world shattered all over again. Damien Storm stood next to me in a black tuxedo, looking more handsome than ever. His grey eyes were bright with happiness as he smiled at me—at the stranger he thought I was. The man who’d destroyed Clara Wren was now promising to love and cherish Liora Rivers. “And do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

"Don't think playing dead will fix anything. Resign quickly—don't force me to make things ugly." Yvonne rushed forward and clutched my head. "Brian, how can you treat Jasmine like this? She's your fiancee. Besides, this has to be some misunderstanding—that's why the parents are demanding Jasmine resign. We'll clear it up." I pressed my head into her shoulder; the scab on my forehead split open and bled freely, soaking her clothes. She looked disgusted but didn't push me away until Brian pulled her back into his arms. "Don't push it," I snapped. "Have you forgotten how you got where you are, Brian Chapman? Clearly, you've enjoyed life far too long. Am I your fiancee or is she? Are your loyalt

He was away on a short vacation, though. The door to the study opened, and someone stepped in. It was Tanji himself, holding a small bag. “You’re back?” I asked. “I am, and just in time. What’s the problem?” His eyes fell on Orla, and he gave me a knowing smirk. “Did I miss something?” “No, you didn’t. We’re in need of your expertise,” I told him. ‘Don’t say anything odd,’ I added through the telepathic bond I had with every pack member.

He knew exactly how to manipulate the visual optics of the situation for the royal guards watching us from the doorway. I looked like a traumatized girl covered in dark soot and fresh blood, while he looked like a peaceful servant of the Moon Goddess offering his prayers in the dark. "I have never spoken to an assassin in my entire life," Kaspar sobbed, making his voice shake with artificial terror. "I have dedicated my soul to the Goddess and the prosperity of your crown, Your Majesty." Heavy leather boots thudded against the marble floor as Ajax slowly marched down the center aisle. He held his ruined hands up in a placating gesture, but his heavy Alpha aura flooded the room and suffocated

["No host, it was a case of mistaken identity. They sent the original owner to the wrong seat at the restaurant." "Come out Daisuke so that I can beat you to death." ["But host, now all you have to do is avoid that restaurant."] "You just wait if I don't beat you to shreds when I arrive back my name isn't Akira Yuuto." ["My master would not allow you to beat me while he is around."] "But he is never there when I get back from the worlds, excellent time to beat you." ["My beloved host has mercy on this poor system.]"

My body grew cold, and I clutched my hands tightly beneath the table, trying to process the revelation. “He likely wanted to return the money for the same reason,” the Shaman added with a knowing smile. “‘Will this dead spirit drag me to hell, too? I’ll give back what I took. Please spare me!’” She laughed, but I noticed Chairwoman’s gaze shift toward me. Chairwoman’s right hand moved close to mine as she spoke again. “But she’s alive, right?” Her hand reached for mine, seeking reassurance. The Shaman’s expression grew distant, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. “I’m not sure. From what I see, she’s neither fully dead nor truly alive.”