Izuku X Harem Mga Nobela at Kwento

୨୧ ⏔⏔⏔⏔♡⏔⏔⏔⏔ ୨୧ What choice would Izzy make when her two worlds finally collided?

“I will even forgive you for your future insensitivity and other infractions.” Izzy looks at her. At the very least, she’s grateful Aria’s no longer angry at her. “I thought it was your fantasy to have a harem of proud, aggressive—and in your own words—hot and attractive alphas?” “It is good as fantasy!” she says, looking incredulously at her. “But that is something I want to remain as a fantasy! It will be pure chaos, and being in the middle of it is something I don’t want in my actual, waking, real life!”

He even took care of that bullet wound of hers so now she won’t have a scar, but that’s the extent of the good news I have. A couple days after Alaric’s visit Izzy had a vision that shook her to her core so deeply, that she hasn’t recovered from it yet. Standing in the doorway of her library, I watch attentively as she sits on the floor, her body glowing with that familiar bright purple as she meditates surrounded by crystals. Each one has a different purpose, but I’m having trouble keeping them all straight. She’s been doing this every day. Meditating and trying to call on more visions that might do some good, but nothing happens. Doesn’t stop her from trying though.

After seeing Ryosuke rush into the battlefield, she decide to act now. Now's my chance. Kazuha used her vibrations to make out where the enemy are and with soundwaves enough to knock anyone out, she knocked out some of the underwater demons while the rest of the troops deal with the rest on their own. The downside to the Demigod Isles is that none of these people have potentials or unique power of their own. They are heavily dependent on the inherent ability they possess so she acts as a scout while Okabayashi Izumi deals with the heavy artillery taking out the rest.

"Has anyone figured out why Urak was so intent on invading the Kingdom? Their numbers didn't even cover all of the kingdom's troops and yet they were so fixated on it even with the realization that they wouldn't have succeeded." Julius sensei gave her another book for her to read. "There are a lot of mysteries surrounding Urak's invasion. Some have speculated that Urak was only a pawn and someone else was behind it. Some also said that he only really wanted to cause chaos however he saw it possible. Some also said that the invasion was only a distraction and something much bigger was done that day. But if it's confirmation of his motives you're looking for then there's nothing to prove other

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."

“Yes, dear. Your mother was my previous master until she decided to give me to Zhemier, a demon prince who compared me to the ugly dark crystal Yami.” “I forbid you to talk like that, Hikari! I am beauty in my own way!” Just them fighting reminded Mizuko of the days when Zed and Roya would fight each other. They’re like the same, just that they were sassier and their voices change. She has no idea if someone was a girl or a boy. “Anyways,” Kenshi spoken, looking at her with a mischievous grin, “You can’t take back what you said already. You won’t like it when I’m mad, lady. So, I want you to find the lost me.”

Too weak. Inside, it's an absolute war zone. Shattered glass, splintered desks, and snapped chair legs are scattered across the floor. In the center of the destruction stand two monsters. The vampire is breathtaking. Liviel was right, it's a Cain Awakened. Specifically, it's Ilius Napki, a wildly famous fourth-year elite. Ilius folds his massive crimson wings, barely fitting inside the ruined room. Silver hair sweeps over rose-colored eyes as he lowers his gaze. He looks utterly aloof—an elegant, melancholic prince standing dead center in a bloody war zone.

After about 20 minutes of walking, they arrived at Isomaru Suisan—a classic izakaya buzzing with warmth and noise. “Three beers, two highballs… Sakura-chan, what about you?” “Just one Yuzu Chuhai,” she said. Enough to join in, but not enough to lose control. She needs to wake up early tomorrow—no matter what. The food came in waves—edamame, yakitori, grilled squid, sashimi, tofu, even ebi tempura. The table filled quickly, the air thick with laughter and smoke from nearby grills. Sakura smiled, laughed, and eat with them…

When dusk came, they were back on their living room floor, drinking wine and talking about deep things. “But, you know what? He’s still pretty cute. Those darn dimples.” Izzy shook her head, pouring some wine into her glass. She was just talking about the new annoying yet cute guy she’s ‘seeing’. But when Izzy started telling her their adventures, it felt more like just two people hooking up.