Hori Masayuki Novels & Stories

“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

I grumbled, clearly having a death wish. Except, the man chuckled and I could bet my life savings that the alcohol was to blame because Eddie looked just as flabbergasted as I felt. "Yes, how very cliched but a fickle thing like fucking with the one and only Gunnar Astor, the man who considers himself untouchable, is also the good motive," Mickey rounded his desk, giving me a full-body image of him. He wore a Slate Gray button-down that was open around the chest and had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Inky black slacks hugged his toned legs, "the figlio di puttana will be pissed that his woman came running to me in the end. He'll be pissed that I won and that he lost. He's always hated

I'm crying for this, cause I've been in Kazuo's position :) See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

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.

It might come in handy. Morning came and I went to the courtyard after breakfast. Nobunaga and Masahide were with another man I've never seen before. When I got close to them, the man turned to look at me. I noticed that he had an eye-patch covering his right eye. "Lady Nō, this Date Masamune; he has forged an alliance with the Oda forces. He will be accompanying us." Masahide said. Masamune bowed at me. "It is an honor to meet the Lady of Oda." He said. I didn't know Masamune would be this young-looking considering he is older than Nobunaga and Masahide.

Uche picked the first arrow and sauntered towards the line. His lips parted when he saw the glee in his wife's eyes. He was taller than most men in the camp and the muscles that streaked his body made his skin glow. Looking at him, Ejima could not stop thinking about the smooth feel of pottery. His hair was long too, and had been braided into two delicate strands, with their dark color, contrasting the cowries that dangled on them. It was an unfamiliar look, that one was strange. Ejima never liked Uche wearing long hair or beads. But seeing them on him made her...

As Roberto drives us away from the brownstone, I can't help but study him, immediately noticing the differences and similarities to Connor. Though they both are tall and have the same thick, dark hair and bright blue eyes, Connor has a slightly slimmer build. His voice is also a bit raspier than Roberto's and, of course, he's missing his left pinky finger while Roberto isn't. And while Connor smells like fresh, rain-washed meadows, Roberto has a spicier, leather scent. If I didn't know Connor so intimately — know each muscular curve, the feel of his firm chest against my cheek and the way he smells, I might not have immediately known the difference. At least not as quickly as I did.

I ask Kylian and Jayden. Kylian groans and shifts, same with Jayden. The masked men are three, Kylian knocks out one, easily. He joins Jayden to subdue the other one. I’m left alone with the one who had a knife on Justin’s throat. “This should be fun.” My wolf chuckles, knowing he’s going to rip this one into pieces. He holds a tight grip on his knife, swinging it aimlessly at me. My wolf dodge each swings, attacking back with his sharp claws, leaving marks.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

“My dad works for the Tokyo Stock Exchange. My mom’s a hedge fund manager.” Takuto: “…” (What is this? A rich heiress living among us commoners?!) As he struggled to process everything, Misaki stepped closer. Close enough that he caught the faint scent of peach shampoo. “Actually,” she said quietly, “I know who you really are.” Takuto’s heart stopped. “What… do you mean?” “The mysterious advisor of Kimura Corp.” Her eyes sparkled. “The one who saved the company with crayon drawings.” “...!”