Is Saruto Real Novels & Stories

"Now what? Aren't you all the elite of M Country? Aren't you the Red Beret? At least have some courage to fight!" Kukok asked the series of questions. On the one hand, he couldn't live with the shame, on the other hand, he had no idea how he would face Old Maldini that was coming here soon. A yellow guy stood out of the team; he was Saburo Sato from Japan. He spoke it out loud, "Mr. Kukok, I want to challenge the Huaxia guy." Kukok was happy to hear that, but he was confused because Saburo Sato ranked only in the middle of even below average among the 20 bodyguards of his. He wondered why the guy had the guts.

"You seeing anyone lately Haruto?" I asked, wanting to steer the conversation away from sex. "Nope. Not yet" he answered. Toshiro chuckled. "Haruto is a nun. Saving himself for the lord or should I say, Virgin Mary" Haruto chucked a pillow at Toshiro who ducked since he saw it coming. We burst out laughing. It's kinda true though. I've never heard Haruto mention any girl to me. Now that I think of it, he rarely talks about sex.

He had no memory of what she was talking about. "Okay," Sachi laughed and patted his shoulders playfully when she saw the question in his eyes, "if a quick reminder of your three weeks plan would get your confidence back, then fine." She took a deep breath and walked into his arms "Today is the proposed day. The day we ride into battle and slaughter Bozo and his army." Her words lingered in his head for a while and despite the confidence in her eyes, he couldn't help brush off the words of the creature in his dream.

The sight of infiltrators being slaughtered daily by the mighty Alpha Ryu gave me nothing but goosebumps. “Don’t you think Alpha Ryu is the best in the world?” a thin voice let out. The sight of Sasha, a fellow maid, came to sight. “Alpha Ryu is just like the others, if you ask me. He’s cruel, ruthless, and definitely not the man any lady should be dealing with.” “I think he’s handsome, charming, and has a physique every lady would be dying to be underneath.” Sasha responded, her eyes concentrating on the ceiling as she daydreamed.

, I asked panicking still holding the vase. The man turned towards me. He had a grin on him. He was quite handsome, clean shaven and had the same colour of eyes as Zen's dressed in suit. He came towards me holding a smile on his face. "I guess we haven't meet yet", he said to me still grinning. "You dont know me but I do know you". I looked at him confused. "You are Haru Salvador. Your parents are Andre and Sakura Salvador. You work at Mode offices. And recently you are involved with a guy name Zen Kirishima who also happens to be the crown prince of Japan" , he narrated out as if he has been stalking me for months.

Mori greeted the man who was sitting. The man smiled, then looked at Akiko and Riko, who had straightened up. “Yes. Hmm… Do you both already know me or not?” The man asked kindly. Akiko shook her head, of course, but Riko nodded. “Oh… You don’t know me yet? I’m Ryusuke Sato. I’m currently serving as the CEO of Shingi Fusaya.” Akiko automatically bowed again, not expecting Sato to be the one running this company.

It's telling me that there is something unusual about the auras these men emit. “ Yeah, it's her,” Santino voice is flat. He fixes me with a bored look. “ She must be brave if she thinks she can murder a dragon with a fork.” The rugged one laughs, and my eyes shoot back to him. He putts a large cigar to his lips, he takes a drag and the tip of glows orange as a thin plume of smock rises. He removes the cigar from his lips and puffs out some smock. The act makes him look so fucking sexy in all his muscle glory standing there.

“Just us.” Breakfast waited in the same serene dining room as before. Low table, floor cushions, the gentle clink of porcelain against lacquer. Sakura wore pale lavender today, her hair pinned with a single jade comb shaped like a crane. Haruto sat at the head in quiet charcoal, already reviewing something on a slim tablet while sipping matcha. Dante,black cashmere sweater, dark jeans, sleeves pushed to his elbows, settled beside me, one hand resting casually on my thigh beneath the table the moment we knelt.

“What the hell is going on?” The little CEO pushed up imaginary glasses. “Father, I’m simply nurturing my classmates’ financial literacy. According to my research, only 37% of Japanese elementary students utilize their allowance effectively—” “That’s not the point!” Kenichi shouted, pointing furiously at the ongoing Eraser Auction inside. “Why does the teacher have a Kimura Securities employee badge?!” Takuto gave a sly smile. “Efficient use of human resources. Ms. Sato is head of Risk Management. Her monthly salary is… twenty bags of potato chips.”