روايات وقصص ضمن Hongo Takeshi

’ 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.’ *****

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

I use a cane to support myself now. The way he looks at me makes me uncomfortable. It's like he recognizes me. - You are an alpha? – he asks, frowning. - I was one, long time ago, now I'm just an old man. I see the turbines turning in Angel's head. I had to act fast. - What is your name?- he asks, and I sigh. I want to do this away from here, but he has already identified me. - My name is Jack. Angel gets up as if he had springs in the ass, and pointing his finger at me, he says:

So I hiked my skirt up to my thigh and began my climb up. When I reached the circular and small attic window, I lunged myself up and clutched my hands onto their wooden edge. I hung there for a bit till I used all the strength I had in my hands to dive into my room, luckily I landed on my bed. Though it did make a loud creek. Hoping my mother didn’t hear, I softly got off the bed and tiptoed to my peephole. I couldn’t see Kent’s face but I saw his shaggy—but somehow all in the right places—jet black hair. I could also see he was wearing a white fur coat.

Alpha Leonardo fingers brushed my hair. He whiffed. “This is the perfect idea. Sophia will be grateful for that.” His lips pressed against my forehead. Breaking off, he reached for Vogar, lifting and throwing him over his shoulder. Alpha Leonardo’s fingers locked with mine. We stormed out of the warehouse. The sun had already set. The cold breeze lashed my exposed skin as I entered the car, Lucy had left outside. After Alpha Leonardo was able to identify it among others. Alpha Leonardo fixed Vogar in the booth of the car, locking him in.

"I'm sorry but I've been busy." Nico's gaze shifted to me and he looked back at Higan with a smile. "You finally brought someone? Is he the one keeping you busy?" "Hi," I greeted nervously. Nico leaned on the counter, his platinum blonde hair falling over his eyes slightly. "Hi. What's your name?" "Jamie." "Nice to meet you, Jamie. I'm glad that you're together with Hig. He sometimes wanders about like a lost soul with all his talk about not being able to love freely."

Lorenzo sarcastically said, especially on the 'foreign'. "The name's Lorenzo Takahashi." The one with short hair says, standing in front of me as I'm sitting at the side of the bed. "What?" Leo grunted while Lorenzo nudged his younger brother. The younger one clicks his tongue in annoyance, hesitating to speak up. "...Leo- Leo Takahashi." "And lastly, Toshiro Fujii." I sat on the bed, hands on my lap, my gaze fixed on the floor, never leaving it, never daring to make eye contact with the four men in front of me.

no, he is thick-faced to even ask this to Hoshi, "Bro, stop f-finding it. I can buy you a new one instead." No growl has escaped Hoshi's lip, but when he looked back, they heard an imaginary snarl from their comrade in his beast mode form. "I told you! IT'S A LIMITED ITEM I BOUGHT FROM AN ONLINE AUCTION! IT'S A PEN WITH TIGER PATTERN THAT WAS USED BY A FAMOUS ANIMAL TRAINER IN AFRICA!" Hoshi shouted, like a kid who's in tantrum just because he could not find his favorite toy. But the tiger pen isn't just a toy for Hoshi. He is actually one of those weird humans who's so devoted in particular thing. Since kid, Hoshi dreamed of being a tiger.

The young man turned to a middle-aged man and a young girl in the lounge then said, “Mr. Kazuki and Miss Ito, this man would like to see the two of you.” With cold dashing eyebrows, Yamamoto Kazuki queried, “Who are you? Do we know each other?” Hanson giggled and answered respectfully, “Mr. Kazuki, I’m Hanson. Ten years ago, I represented Oskia in a Sanda competition but you defeated me. Don’t you remember?” Yamamoto Kazuki said arrogantly, “There were so many people who lost against me, I can’t even count them all. How could I possibly remember each one of them?”

“They were too noisy, mo pheata.” Gator shakes his head at Sidhe, causing a piece of his purplish raven hair to fall over one of his steel grey eyes. “Overkill as usual, ma Doudou,” he says then sweeps his hair back into place with a tattooed bronzed hand. Gator or Tee is an MMA champion and a former gang leader from Louisiana. “Yep, but you love me!” Sidhe says before kissing Gator. Here we go again. I roll my eyes. This is normal for the Death Kings.