Inosuke X Nezuko Novels & Stories

*Third POV* “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

[Yusuke] Then dont shoot then. "Yusuke" takes out his knife and started to charge at "Shinjuku". "Shinjuku" stands there and was anticipating his every move "Yusuke" was slashing at him in Vertical angles "Shinjuku" started weaving left and right then "Yusuke" try to use a basic maneuver then took his knife and slashes at "Shinjuku" Horizontally then "Shinjuku" jumps back quickly then raises his hand getting ready to release a energy wave at "Yusuke".

When he sits up, panting with the effort of his shift, I gasp, and I’m not the only one. Iniko looks nothing like the small man he was in his first life. Now, he looks large and muscular, someone who could rival Ancalagon in size and strength. I watch as Iniko closes his eyes and takes a deep breath of air, then he looks right at me. “Mate!” I turn and look behind me, certain he’s looking at someone else. Everyone behind me is staring at me. Holy shit! Iniko just called me his mate.

Nozomi soon resorted to close combat, which was Hina’s weakness. Before Hina was beaten too badly, Yosuke provided support. He made it difficult to reach Hina. Whenever Nozomi came close to Hina, she would find Yosuke in Hina’s spot. It was troublesome, but not too much of a problem. The lead couple’s little close combat experience could not compare to Nozomi’s lifetimes’ worth of experience. Nozomi was in the midst of raining blows onto Yosuke’s face when Hina encased Nozomi in a cocoon of soft light that was very gentle to the eyes.

Instead, he muttered to himself again and again, "Where's my cheat ability? Why did it disappear? Why can't I see the future anymore?! What's going on?!" His expression was twisted with madness, like a rabid dog gone out of control. [That skill was a limited-time quirk for the newbie male lead, and it was bound to be retracted after a week.] [Even if he stocked the wrong supplies, he should've at least gotten food too. But this guy stocked only ice?] [Another brain-dead male lead, abandoned by the system.] At that moment, the signal cut off. I shrugged again, before continuing to eat my grilled meat.

“Say something!! Say something you bastard!!!” But even if I wanted to, I couldn't. I couldn't feel my face. My lips were swollen and bruised. I'm sure I'd gotten concussed, with the amount of white pain I felt through my eyes. He finally stepped back when he was tired, and Enzo appeared with a glass of vodka and a gun of his. “I don't want to do this to you, Roberts”, he sighed with an emotionless face. “I want this to end quickly, without my father even knowing about this.”

With a small blast of fire from his feet, Max initiated a sprint towards Tamashi. “YOU’RE MINE, SPARKY! I’LL END THIS IN ONE BLOW!” Max jumped as he neared Tamashi. As Max fell through the sky, Tamashi reached out his arm. ‘Inazuma no Kabe.’ Max slammed head-first into the wall and bounced off, flying backwards in the direction he came from. As Tamashi released the wall, Max recovered and rose to his feet.

The bus driver sneered, “Oh! It’s a Japanese! Why is this little kid trying to act as though he’s so great in front of me now? Why don’t you take a look around you and see where you are right now? This is f*cking Oskia. Do you know that? Oskia! Come on, repeat after me, O-S-K-I-A!” The man in black was also a very well-respected warrior and master in Japan. Although he was not as famous or formidable as Nanako’s mentor, Kazuki, he was still a master at the very least. He really did not expect a bus driver to point his finger at him and insult him instead. So, he cursed, “If I don’t teach you a lesson today, then you won’t know the consequences and price you have to pay for running your mouth

"Hanako? What are you doing here? I thought I had banished you." Hanako chuckled, holding up the dress. "I found this little number among your things. Why don't you try it on for me?" Nene's eyes widened, and she shook her head vigorously. "No, no, that's not for you to see. Put it back!" But Hanako was already holding it out to her, his eyes gleaming with desire. "Come now, Nene. Don't be shy. I've seen every inch of you, remember?" Nene blushed even deeper, remembering their previous encounters. She hesitantly took the dress, her fingers brushing against Hanako's. A jolt of electricity shot through her at his touch.