I Love Atsushi Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"am I really being a bad father , Takamatsu can't help asking himself as he looked at Isekai's eye, he has always felt like he is looking at Asuka when ever he looks at Isekai's eye, Isekai eye was exactly the replica of his mother's own, his pupil was a bit brownish with something like a fire wheel on them. maybe i am really a bad father, but am doing this for his own good, one day i might leave him so I don't want him to feel so bad when i leave , I don't want him to feel how i feel when you left me, that is why i am using this extreme means on him , though my method might seem evil and hurting towards him but that is what i exactly want.

"I have to admit, I was a bit nervous meeting you." Ashanti sat down beside him on the couch, beaming at him with warmth. She wasn't even listening to him; all that she could picture was having her dear baby girl falling in love and starting her family. She wanted to be a young grandmother, holding lies between her legs and playing babysitter. There was a feeling stirring within her chest, but she couldn't put a name to it. Maybe excitement? She let out a happy chuckle. She could tell Ivan was very nervous because she tried to make small talk, and his responses were overly polite and reserved, while her daughter remained silent and uninterested.

If only that distance could be folded, crushed into nothing. Because what she truly longed for that day—Wasn’t just Indonesian flavor. It was togetherness. The kind you can’t send through a screen. *** Sometimes, Heri would send her pictures of his cat—a sleepy-faced ginger cat with short fur and a perpetually drowsy expression. “SO CUTE!!! TOO CUTE!!! >.<” Sakura said cheerfully and then continued. “Send me more tomorrow, okay? I want to see nyan nyan every day!”

Couldn’t possibly lock myself out from my now wedded mate and with his hands and tongue going the right place, I gave in and since then till now Asher hasn’t stopped and has tried to have a taste every single day. “I really was only craving freshly squeezed orange juice, you know.” I put it out again as I bit my lips as his fingers hovered around my entrance playfully. He stopped to take a look at me as his face slowly changed from that of desire to that of seriousness. “Before I forget, Tristan is coming over.” The expression on my face changed immediately too as I paused everything and stopped my body from moving to find his hands. “More letters?” “Yes.” He said plainly as he backed up a l

My own mistress, I'm sorry if 't be true I gallow thee in mine own sudden compliment extern. His black fur is glistening under the moonlight. His golden eyes are shimmering. "Sushi, you almost got me killed because of a heart attack." I have a complaint. I didn't expect Sushi to come here, especially since Aiden was left behind in Caracass. Thee won't kicketh the bucket by a m're heart attacketh, mine own mistress. Such disease is inferior to thee.

Need I remind you that Miyamura is wonderfully good at smacking the shit out of people? And for some strange reason, he really likes the idea of hitting me. “Yeah, you’re right”. Miyamura agrees much to my surprise. “But I think that’s the way Sorahiko shows affection, after all, he won’t be my lover if he didn’t like me a bit”. If only it were just a little bit. “Well, this is nice”. Aito smiles encouragingly. “You both look so domestic, and I’ve literally never seen you this calm, Mira”.

"She's in love with Pierce, not you" How exactly am I supposed to explain to Anastasia that there are three identities, and that I've decided her all along just to protect her. There's Josh from high school who wants to take revenge on her for what she did. There's Pierce who is madly in love with her and wants to protect her from Josh. And then, there's me, the guy whom she doesn't know anything about. Who just wants to protect her, love her, and keep her from all eyes, and make her only mine. There are many ways to make her mine. Kill Josh.

I furrowed my brow as I started to change. “The day my best friend, the future yakuza boss, a total badass, who loves a good orgy Yūri Hatake not only gets married but is in love.” she laughed, coming over to help me with my kimono. Was I in love? Is that what I’ve been feeling? Maybe. It’s a foreign concept to me. “Oh, shut up and help me with this. We don’t have a lot of time.” I shook my head.

The pair woke up all cuddled together under the trees. Motus stirred awake first and looked at Atzi with his icy blue eyes. He gave a kind smile and gently nuzzled her face. She woke up and blushed a bit red.Atzi sat up and stretched a bit. She stood up and looked at Motus. “Well, I think my music in my earbuds helped out. Instead of you scaring me, I'll keep at least one of these in my ears, just in case.” Motus nods to her in response and they head back into the woods.

Bosch POV: Sheer anger ran through me, how are they so strong? I can't move forward with my next plan of attack so I suppose I will have to improvise. "I gave you the information about that mutt and you went off and told him!" I shouted at Atsila who looked unfazed. "It was a mistake but I did not know he would figure it out so soon." He replied his eyes burned with pure hatred for me. I knew he hated me for what I did but he wouldn't be persuaded otherwise. "Where is she?" He asked, his body visibly starting to shake. "Don't worry your mutt of a mate is safe for now." I said with a sinister smile. "I want her back. I did my part and no one will trust me after this. Just give her back!" He s