Novel & Cerita Hot Rengoku

"Go on, pick it up. I've waiting years to give you a good beating. Maybe the bruises will put some color into your ugly body." "I don't want to fight you." Roydo said, backing away. "I am not asking! Pick up the sword now!" "The King." A servant said, relief in their voice. Everyone turned to see Corpa, Nessa, and Donton walking into the courtyard. A mischievous look came into Toks eyes. He dropped his sword and held his shoulder shouting in pain. "What is happening here?" Corpa demanded as the trio rushed towards Tok. "Father, I was practicing as usual when Roydo attacked me unprovoked. He pushed me to the ground and started calling me names." Tok lied. "My shoulder is hurt from the fall."

] [Host, did that person outside also awaken a superpower? I raised my hand and gently turned the temperature dial five notches to the right. The digital display beeped and jumped to 150 degrees Fahrenheit. In the lobby, Rena’s entire body jolted as if struck by an invisible tidal wave. She collapsed to her knees with a thud. The tiles were so hot they were smoking. Her knees sizzled the moment they touched the floor. No longer caring about her appearance, she scrambled on all fours toward Rio. Rio was smashing the door lock with a fire extinguisher. The metal canister had turned red-hot. He was frantically swinging it back and forth with both hands.

"[Geo-Thermal Mode]” Ryuka’s entire body turned into a soil brown texture with steam coming off his body. Even his clothes turned to earth. His mane was weirdly still about the same as before if not for the darker brown colour. Ryuka’s muscles contracted and snapped the chains. His body was emitting a heat that even made the air around his body wavy. The liches shared a look of surprise and admiration. “Fascinating.” “Hardening his body like stone while also emitting a heat intense enough to make my bones feel it. So this is the power of an Ace rank Hunter?”

He grabbed the cup, downing it in one gulp. "But I’m still alive." The old man smirked. "And now? What’s your plan? Your own clan wants your head on a spike." Renjiro leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes for a brief moment. "I have no clan. No name. Nothing left but rage." The old man took a slow sip of his sake. "Rage can kill you. Or it can make you stronger. The only difference is how you use it." Renjiro’s eyes snapped open, sharp and dangerous.

Cruella's body heated up even more the moment their lips touched. She felt a rush of electricity flow through her spine all the way to her toes. She kissed him back immediately, digging her hands into his curly dark hair. Jason's hand went underneath her top from behind, caressing her back as he walked towards the wall, pinning her against it. He kissed her deeply, sucking and nibbling on her bottom lip while Cruella ached her back a little, grinding herself against him.

Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame Takamatsu screamed as different memory after another continued pouring inside of him, after some time everything stabilize as Takamatsu regained clarity, "I did die, though in normal thinking I am dead in the normal world, I did not cross over to the other side, I only transmigrated, Takamatsu said as he can't help feeling happy.

finally shift. I went to look up and the person carrying me and was shocked to see it was the man from earlier, his tattoos were visable at his shirt edge showing me that he was most likely covered in them, his hair cut was so much different then the men around here, the sides were shaven to the skin but long on the top; I couldnt help but notice a scar running down his jaw. This man was very much my type, old style warrior vibes flowed from him and dam was it sexy. He probaly saw me as a weakling but I couldn't help but be thankful he didnt seem to noice me looking at him because I really liked the view. "Rouge." His voice startled me as he suddenly looked down at me his eyes I thought wer

Her body jerked and shook up, with the moaning sound was let out nonstop. He satisfied to see such a sexy and seductive picture in front of him. He held the big cannon and pointed it at the pink channel which was so wet and slippery. "Ohh, I really like it when you're so hot like this. Oh, Wine, prepare yourself. I'll make you forget your name. Keep watching."

"Japan has another Luna?" Tatsuya, sitting stiffly among the Predators’ reserves, paled. His heart dropped into his stomach. “No… Renji… you idiot. Now everyone knows.”, "Fuck " he quickly gets up, going outside to make a phone call, murasame watching him as he leaves.

A man in a simple black jacket. Average height. Unremarkable face. Except his eyes. Cold. Focused. Razor-sharp. One of Riker’s men stiffened. “Move,” he snapped. “This doesn’t concern you.” The bodyguard: “She’s under protection.” The street seemed to hold its breath. Riker’s man laughed under his breath. “A schoolgirl with bodyguards? Who’s paying—” He didn’t finish. The bodyguard grabbed his wrist and twisted—not enough to break, just enough to drop him to one knee, breath knocked out.