Ichigo Novels & Stories

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

I wouldn’t know. >>Xxx Destiny Aitsuji xxX<< “Yo! How’s life?” Ignacio’s reaction was priceless. The pen he was holding fell and clattered onto the floor. I’ve never seen anyone go as pale as he did and frankly, it was a little scary. Familiar maroon hair he hadn’t seen in years came to vision and as Rush had mentioned, he was the only one on Luna with natural maroon hair. Not to mention that tan skin, arrogant smirk and teardrop shaped birthmark underneath his left violet eye… it could only be one person.

Between the boisterous cheers of the crowd, the announcer called the next fighter. "Next is Death himself, Luc!!!" He hollered. Wondering who'd have such a name, I turned my head in time to see him walking into the ring. My heart dropped. Lucian. Jake's eyes flew to the ring. "Shit". He cursed. "Come on. Let's go". He tried pulling me but my feet were stuck to the spot. "Trust me. You don't want to see what's gonna happen". He said but I didn't register his words.

She picked up the said deadly weapon in her hands and attacked the intruder, "DIE IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY POWER OF THE FRYING PAN" accompanied the war cry. The person swiftly turned his figure silhouetted against the light streaming from the refrigerator. His because Eira's mind registered the fact that it was a male from the build. The person tried to take on the holy power of the frying pan that Eira had now slapped onto his face. Smack. The momentum of it had him slamming against the refrigerator door. Eira again tried to attack the person but a hand flashed out in the darkness taking hold of her hand firmly

“No, it can’t be.” The self-centered guitarist felt a cold, crippling shock run down his spine after seeing the mysterious image. Taylor felt a similar dread. “I saw this image the first time I got Barracuda,” Taylor in awe. The image was a humanoid Kaiju covered in purple and black armor, but with the head of an octopus. “Is that --” “Mason Black,” Soundhound answered before Taylor could finish.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

Well, I do not understand this kind of thing since I am used to being the softest human ever. “It is not like that we are all the same but to you that is too fast, you stared at him and linked” that's what happened did not know it could be like that. My interest drifted to Scar and Kech when I heard murmurs. Just like the fight with Yoshiko, their movements were too fast but the strengths are incompatible maybe because Yoshiko is a Lycan or just because he has the best training. It is obvious that Kech is strong but Scar does not give up. It can be seen that they are very typical with Kech’s move, but even so, it seems like every time they oppose his attack, he has something new to show tha

"I'm sorry but I've been busy." Nico's gaze shifted to me and he looked back at Higan with a smile. "You finally brought someone? Is he the one keeping you busy?" "Hi," I greeted nervously. Nico leaned on the counter, his platinum blonde hair falling over his eyes slightly. "Hi. What's your name?" "Jamie." "Nice to meet you, Jamie. I'm glad that you're together with Hig. He sometimes wanders about like a lost soul with all his talk about not being able to love freely."

But the strange thing was that the wound quickly returned to normal as if it had never happened. "Who are you?" Selina couldn't help but ask. Wolfgang did not answer Selina's question but asked in return. "So, who are you?" He wiped the blood on the knife and folded it neatly into his pocket. “When you tell me your identity, I will tell you who I am.” Selina knew that if she didn't answer Wolfgang's question today, he would not let her leave. “Yes, I am not human. I'm Wolf." Wolfgang wasn't too surprised by Selina's answer. Because from the moment she saw him cut into the flesh, he knew his thoughts were not wrong. If it were an average human, the response would be to scream or run away, rat