I've Been Waiting For This Akihiko Novels & Stories

The woman waiting for me was none other than Ryuu herself. “Follow me, Imelda. I’ve grown bored waiting for you to arrive. The Empress has been nothing but a complete drag this whole time.” She said, her voice sour. I looked at the others. Garren growled as he watched me follow her. Ryuu raised her hand as she walked.

Akira announced her presence, maintaining a composed despite the anxiety she felt. Mr. Ito acknowledged Akira’s arrival and indicated he had something to discuss. As Akira took a deep breath, preparing for the conversation, Mr. Ito addressed the incident involving Yuki and Inei Mizuki, mentioning the surprise Akira had shown. He calmly stated that he had observed Akira's reaction and was considering something important. The revelation that the handsome man was named Inei Mizuki caused a flicker of realization in Akira. It was the name she had been trying to remember for days.

Yet beneath that polished politeness burned something deeper. Yuji Takahashi had been coming every evening for three weeks. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp, intense eyes and a quiet commanding presence, he always sat at the corner table near the window. His voice was low and smooth when he ordered, and every time he said “Arigatou, Aiko-san,” her stomach fluttered.

“I have one more favor to ask. Can you get Mateo to look into a woman named ‘Brooklyn Eversteen’? Apparently she is Vincent’s fiance.” “Youch. You might want to steer clear of that, Vincent’s women tend to be forward and determined.” Landon clenched his fists to restrain from lashing out at his brother. “Just have him check on it, okay? The circumstances seem a little suspicious.” Levi grunted. “Fine.” “I’ve got to go, Levi, but I’ll give you updates tomorrow. And don’t worry about me, I’m doing just fine.” Levi grunted. “Keep me in the loop. I will send Patrick again if you slack on your communication. We need to take the Arroyos down.”

“So your friend's name is Terri, huh?” “Yeah! Terri Andrews.” He seemed to brighten up a bit. “Oh, Terri! That’s definitely where I’ve seen you, then.” After a few minutes of small talk, he looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my boobs. I noticed him lick his lips and he inched a bit closer. “It is taking every ounce of my power to not kiss you right now.” My breath hitched and as we got closer, he pulled away. I giggled and looked up at him. “I should go check on Terri, see if she's home.”

That's when her and Jack plan to get married. Akiyama, Fumiya Harah 23 years old. Beautiful, with a gentle face. Brown short hair and eyes. Thin eyebrows, long eyelashes, small sharp nose and narrow red lips. Shee just came from a poor family. And grew up in the Orphanage. Jack Coleman's family happened to adopt her. They made her a maid. Harah was only fifteen years old when the Colemans adopted her. Harah was not the only one adopted by them. As well as her sister, Aryah.

His voice is thick with irritation, like he’s already pissed off before we’ve even gotten to the real conversation. Nero takes a breath, visibly trying to keep his cool. “My little brother, Aeron, is missing. He’s been recruited into Legacy’s pack as a warrior. What the fuck is your son up to, Arkyn?” There’s another long pause, and when Arkyn speaks again, his voice is colder. “Legacy’s missing too.” Nero’s eyes flash with anger. “Since when?” Arkyn’s voice is thick with frustration. “A week. Maybe more. He’s gone off the grid, and we’ve been searching for him ever since. He’s a fucking liability right now.”

I'm sorry this has to be Goodbye Pearl, but I promise to send a message to you again when I find Kenji. Love forever Akira Watanabe

He can't see me cause his face is on the opposite side which gives me a full view of his large tanned back, tensing at his compressed movements. With the bar on his shoulders, he does some repetitive squats and the veins of his streaky arms throb at every crouching position. A few drops of sweat are glistening on his spine till they disappear in his grey joggings pants. I try to catch my breath because I'm suffocating due to too much hotness. That guy is too peachy. Oh, what am I doing? It's like I'm stalking him. Stop this Hayat! Shaking my head to snap out of those thoughts, I take a deep breath to gather courage and finally call him in a loud tone, "Eren!"

Quinn's bright blue eyes lit up with amusement, "it's not Gunnar I'm worried about." I sipped my coffee, feeling a tingly sensation against my tongue, "Well, are you going to tell me who you're worried about, or do you expect me to guess?" Quinn rolled her eyes, propping an elbow onto the table and resting her chin in her palm, "It's Ace. Gunnar hasn't seen him in a while and neither have I. I didn't think too much about it but now that Gunnar seems to be worried, so am I."