Is Muichiro A Guy Novels & Stories

The man was leaning on the couch with his legs crossed, naturally becoming the center of the crowd. Harvey York squinted at the man. His beauty and gentleness had a sense of unspeakable gloom and viciousness. After all, the youngest and most outstanding onmyoji of the Tsuchimikado family would not be an ordinary man. While walking around the box, Kairi Patel shifted her gaze toward someone before showing an odd expression. “Why is Aldo John also here?

"You don't need to be afraid of him, although he's a pervert, he's still a good person." Chihiro reluctantly explained to Monica that there was nothing to be feared since even though Shirosaki was a pervert, this guy was harmless. "Ah! Watching Chihiro-san say that kind of thing to me while looking at me in contempt, I... I.... I am really...!" Monica could only describe this person with one word and at the same time, he knew that this guy was also of the same origin as both Chihiro and Rui, but at the same time, he was wondering whether there were a lot of characters that he had seen in his previous life in this world.

Luke replied. "Ah, you barely updated me recently," Himiko said, disappointment evident in her tone. "I'm sorry, okasan. It's just that, her father is here." Luke said, making Himiko stop in her tracks for a moment. Himiko was the only person around who knew everything about Luke's life before he came here. She herself used to be part of the Japanese mafia. She quit the moment her father passed. She didn't go out unscathed, but she did get out alive.

We are going to die together but I know they can handle themselves. Hiro got my attitude of speaking coldly, caring, sweet when his siblings come to us, just quiet and always serious. Jiro also got my other habit of not caring about the surroundings, he always has a book in his hand, and he rarely speaks but sometimes he is childish and sweet when it comes to me and his siblings. Mira is the same way, sometimes talkative, childish, and philosophical but it's bad to get angry. And Kiro is very loud, childish, sweet, caring when it comes to us but also bad when angry. And one more thing, they are all smart and good at fighting.

Ryker had long coveted Ulrich's territory and saw the alliance with Zoe's pack as a weakness to be exploited. One night, under the light of a full moon, Ryker and his pack launched a surprise attack on Ulrich's territory. Ulrich and Zoe's packs were caught off guard, and the battle was fierce. As the fight raged on, Ulrich realized that Ryker's pack was not the only threat they faced. A group of rogue humans, armed with silver bullets and a vendetta against werewolves, had joined the fray. Ulrich and Zoe fought side by side, their bond stronger than ever. But as the battle wore on, Ulrich began to suspect that there was a traitor among their ranks, feeding information to Ryker and the humans

Guilio, The psychopath, was ushered in by Luca and Malak, two of the Don's loyal soldatos (Soldiers). Mica's head remained bowed as he awaited his fate, he has resolved to dying with dignity, no struggles, no unnecessary drama like the ones he had seen through his span in the mafia.

I wasn’t supposed to be here for this long, it was supposed to be a quick fix, and then I can go back to Italy, and take over for my father, but this is all turning into something more than a couple local gangs, it’s much bigger than that. “Marcel,” Mario walks up behind me, with this weeks hair color purple, the only thing I can focus on when I look at him. Mario, is stranger than most people, which is why I like him I guess. Not to mention, his hand to hand combat skills are almost as good as mine… almost. That’s not the only reason I keep him around, his people skills have saved me from many situations that my judgment was wrong on. If there’s anyone's gut that I trust more than my own, i

He sighs playfully. Sorahiko takes an instinctual step back— Miyamura matches it with one of his own. “My darling Sorahiko, who I thought only saw me as a violent, abusive, demon…but I was wrong!”. He exclaims dramatically. “You see me as just another violent, abusive human being, don’t you?”. His smile widens. “I don’t understand what you mean, sir…?”. “Drop the sir, and never call me that again”. His tone is harsh, but his smile is serene. “My darling Sorahiko who sees me as human. To you, I’m just some monstrous human right?”.

The moment they saw my green eyes, they knew who I was. “You are Lady Himawari, the Minister’s daughter.” The husband said in awe. He and his wife kneeled down in front of me. I asked them to raise their heads and to forego the formality. In this room, I’m just Himawari. “My name is Muichiro and this is my wife Kanae.” He said, I smiled at them and asked them about their life. He told me that they once were farmers and they had land and a steady income but when his wife got sick, he poured all his money on treating her but all of the other doctors just scammed him into paying them money without any improvement on his wife’s condition.

Hunter clicks her tongue before attempting to roll herself over, failing to do so in the process. "Not to mention you guys are none other than the men who had almost completely dismantled Hunter's Regime within a single day, only recently too." Marshall goes on to say, propping himself up with his left arm, leaning onto it. "One who looks from the outside cannot help but be impressed by you're feats. Especially for people who have only been in one minor war in their lives," Marshall clasps his hands together, pointing at Masahiko, "Not to mention that you have the Japanese death bringer himself in custody. Truly, you two have to be superhuman." "What do you mean?"