Hori Masayuki の小説・ストーリー

“She begged for you to pretend to be his boyfriend… “But I’m different. “If you know the person I hate… “You’d be the one begging instead.” Harvey clicked his tongue. “I don’t know about that. I’m not the type to beg.” “That person belongs to the Tsuchimikado family. He was an exchange student from Kyoto University. “His name is Abe Masato. “Not only is he currently the brightest new star of the Island Nations’ political field and the youngest advisor there is, but it’s said that he’s also one of the most outstanding onmyojis of his family.

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.

And a second later, Leon's head was lying on the table, he had passed out from drinking too much. Diana quickly raised Alpha Darren's hand in the air. Then Canis started clapping. “Congratulations Alpha Darren, you won! You will get a special prize from Leon!” Everyone clapped including Diana. Diana looked at Cartis, "good job. Thank you.”

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The Masakis were rated 7. Last was the person who invited them all, Yamaguchi Kenji. He was tall and very good-looking. With chestnut brown hair, gelled back professionally. Dressed in a simple plain three piece black suit. He had on a doting expression as he seemed like he was gently trying to persuade the man in the face mask to do something. As Ryu and Tobio were getting closer, they could hear the conversation. "...you see that you've caught a cold on your first night in Tokyo. Yet, you still want to run around with Elder brother. You should stay at the hotel and rest okay. I will feel better knowing you're safe and sound"

MATTEO RODRIGUEZ Matteo Rodriguez has just gotten back from his morning exercise. His body dripped of sweat and smelt of fresh leaves and of woods. He marched straight to the fridge and grabbed a sachet of packaged blood. He tore it open with one bite and gulped the whole content at a go. He wheezed out air and hissed noisily with a squeezed face. There was nothing better than drinking human blood.

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

The two men that stood next to me on each side would notice in an instant. “ I would like to thank you for the wonderful challenge you have given me, little one.” He smiled sitting on the chair behind his desks. My memory of him, time must not have done him good. Not sure how old he was but now he looked as if he was in his early 60s. His hair is grey and his face has gained a few wrinkles. I don’t know if he does much training either because it looks like he’s gained some weight since the last time I saw him. They bonded my wrists together with a zip tie the moment I walked through the door. Tugging on my shirt at the bottom I try to fix it to where they can see him as well. He stares at me

The Lorraine I know has a unique wheezing laugh. "Don't mind her." The bald man, I'm pretty sure he's the bassist/cellist/drummer Satoshi from Blacklist! he glanced at the form I had submitted online perhaps to confirm my claim. "Fukuda Kagami-san, correct?" "Yes, sir." I heard one of the contestants gasp. "That's-" "Ahem!" A chic man with silky long black hair, Renjiro, a bassist/screamer from the former heavy metal band, Ainz glanced in the contestants' direction.

Eira mentally swore that if she ever found this Armando guy, she might just do something nasty to him. For a second she wondered who he was and so she looked up to find the winner. And there he was. The referee held his hand up announcing him the winner. She couldn't see his face because his entire face was covered in a black mask except for his lips and dark brown eyes. His brown eyes. Dark, bloodthirsty and fierce.