Ichigo Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Maybe yes. I told her that my name is Eschia and how did I come to his world. However, there is one thing that I should keep a secret-- and that is they are characters from my best friend's novel. It's much better if he will think that I am from the other world. "I see, Your story explains why your ideas are innovative, Chichi. I will read your business plan. George will fetch you tomorrow" "You're Highness, why are you calling me Chichi?" I tried to fake a smile but honestly, I want to whack him for calling me with an outrageous nickname.

"Good." "Kenji is still sitting in a federal cage," Shinjiro muttered, looking back at the empty pier. "My brother forgot his origins," Ichiro turned his hard eyes toward the distant city skyline. "He traded the sword for a fountain pen, Shinjiro. A pen snaps the second you put real pressure on it." "We lock down the perimeter first," Ichiro countered coldly. "We find their weak spots, and then we bleed this fucking city dry." A black sedan idled with a low purr at the edge of the pier. Shinjiro threw open the rear door, and Ichiro slid onto the leather seat.

Miyamoto Ichiro climbed up from the ground awkwardly. He turned around and left quickly. In less than 20 seconds, he held a katana and looked at Yang Xiao viciously again. He said with a grim smile, "What a pig. Is this delicate beauty your wife? I'll cut you into pieces and play with this beauty in front of you later!" "If you have the guts, say it again!" Yang Xiao's face suddenly turned cold. A sense of gloom swept around, and the whole air seemed to be colder with Yang Xiao's anger.