Hot Shoto Novels & Stories

Even with Harvey York’s show of strength, Ryohei felt confident enough to defeat anyone as long as Julian York was not around. “Is that so? Harvey smiled. “Who’s Shuji Kubota to you?” “He’s my brother! We are the most outstanding disciples of the Abito Way! We…” he pridefully replied. “You’re even more useless than him.” Harvey stomped on the ground, immediately cutting off Ryohei’s reply. Crack! A tile flew out in a flash. Ryohei’s expression changed. He instinctively tried to unsheathe his longsword. But the moment he did, his pupils expanded when he stood frozen in place.

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

Jessica said, narrowing her eyes. “No, not really, it’s funny actually, she makes him uncomfortable but James is the one she really likes,” Adara said and Malachi smiled. “I’d be careful if I were her, Shoran can be… well she can ninja kick as Jessica says,” he said and we all burst out laughing. “James wouldn’t even notice a naked woman in the room even if Shoran looked her worst,” I said and Malachi agreed. “Did I hear my name?” James shouted as he came down the hallway and walked into the study with one of his twins, Shoran was close on his heels with the other one.

Holy shit. ​

Even the hot water couldn't seem to warm her up, so Gabe pulled her tight against his naked body, wrapping his arms around her and rubbing her back. They stood there, water pouring down on them, creating a mist that wrapped around them like a cocoon. Somehow as his hands stroked her and his body warmed her she forgot about shivering and being scared. Her brain locked onto one thing—she and Gabe were naked, skin-to-skin in this shower. She closed her eyes and for a moment wished she was back at the foundation party, the orchestra playing something warm and mellow in the background, Gabe moving her to the music with a familiar fluid grace.

His brown eyes had lost their grandness, mixed now with tears and regrets. "Please, don't die. Please." Ejima cried amid the hot breath that came pouring out of her nostril. Some inches away was the pit which Uche had dug. Ghost, Bozo's stallone, was hanging on a wooden spike, eyes, and tongue wide open, with blood gushing out from its sides. Bozo had suffered the same fate and his men had been too late to save him.

Akiko arrived home before Kenji, and she had enough time to cook dinner. Besides the fried shrimp, Akiko also prepared another of Kenji's favorites, shabushabu—a hot pot dish with a konbu (seaweed) broth and various seasonings, perfect for cold days, and today was very cold. Akiko still remembered Kenji's favorite foods, which she had intentionally prepared. Akiko neatly arranged the thin slices of meat on a large plate, along with the vegetables and noodles. Then she took a small stove and brought it to the living room, setting everything on the kotatsu. The best way to enjoy shabushabu is under the warm blankets of a kotatsu—a table with a blanket and heater attached.

"This is for you. With this VVIP card, you can enjoy free services at our store no matter which city you're in." After saying that, Lana felt a pang of regret. After all, she loved money. Lana had even given up making money for Liam. He'd better be obedient and come with me. Otherwise, Lana would take matters into her own hands. All of a sudden, Sherry exclaimed, "Gosh! Isn't this the trendy Westwood perfume?" After her initial amazement, Sherry carefully examined Lana for a while and suddenly shouted, "Are … Are you Simon Westwood?"

What? My hair whipped around my face as I battled solo with Valen. He really was impressive, but I didn’t want to admire him. I didn’t want to admit that he held his own against me. I wanted to bring him down. Letting out a shriek, I formed a throwing dagger and a Japanese shoto sword. An unusual combination, but it was that unexpectedness that had brought my challengers to their knees on several occasions. I charged at Valen, his eyes widening as I slashed and stabbed at him with my shoto while jabbing at him with my dagger. I only aimed for spots that I knew would kill him within minutes of a strike—his neck, his heart, his lungs, major arteries. His body twisted and his forearm guard rang

She closed her eyes, lifting her shirt to her ribs . She bit her lips, waiting for his reaction. She wasn't ready to face his dislike for her body, it would shatter her. She was thinking the worse, when she felt soft lips on her tummy , kissing along a scar . Arhaan was talking about her back scars , but when she lifted her shirt , he found scars on her tummy also. It looked like someone had cut her. Hoor opened her eyes, feeling his lips. She saw tears in his eyes, Hoor felt her heart shattering. She cupped his face ." Please don't....." she said , her shirt already covering her tummy as she moved her hands to his cheeks .