Novel & Cerita Izuku X Izumi

His back facing everyone else, well-dressed, low hair cut, sky blue collar shirt, navy blue trousers, black office shoes, EarPods on. “Hmmmmmm do you see what I see Bernice?” “Absolutely. A challenge.” “See you later babes. Don’t go too far and have fun too”. Izzy says with so much amusement in her voice” “Sure”. Bernice replies mimicking Izzy’s Barbie voice. Izzy walks up to him and stands at his back expecting that he’d turn. After a few seconds without a word or a sign of acknowledgment of her presence, she says, “Is this sit empty?”

Matteo walked toward me, planting a chaste kiss on my lips, instantly summoning a flutter of butterflies. "Okay, alright, this isn't a couples gathering; it's about friendship. Let's not turn it into something it's not. Merry Christmas, everyone. Now, take your seats," Izzy scolded us, adopting a tone that felt like she was reprimanding mischievous kids. "Aw, come on, let the kids be kids," Lucas chimed in with a mischievous grin. However, Izzy swiftly silenced him with a pointed glare, and we watched in amusement as he quickly cowered.

I swallowed hard and muttered, “Oh, God, Izzy.” Izzy turned to look at me again. Her lips were puffy from kissing me, and they curled into a devilish grin. Izzy said, “The next thing I knew, she was on me, kissing me and running her hands up and down my naked back and grabbing at my ass. Her tits pushed against mine. It was so hot.” I slowed my breathing and focused, because I needed to last through her story. Izzy added, “Come for me. Fill me up.” She let go of her legs and wrapped them around my waist, pulling me in deeper.

she smiled. "You're soaking wet, mum," Izzy said and gave an extra hard suck on mum's right nipple as she ran her finger over mum's slit.

I simply hid from one of the trees which is a little far from where they are standing, waiting for anything else to happen that would give me any reason to hit that bastard. I noticed Isla wasn't even turning around to look at him. But, why wouldn't she look at him while they're talking? Is there something going on with them already? When did they even meet? I have so many questions in my mind that I even got surprised after seeing Mizuki suddenly pull Isla closer towards him before embracing her from behind.

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…

Damon then closed his eyes and when he opened them, he looked at me and asked, “Is this some kind of sick joke?” “What the hell are you talking about?” I asked him, now really confused about what was going on. Does Damon know Izzy? Moving over to Izzy, I place my hand on her shoulder and Damon leaves out a growl, but I ignore it and ask Izzy, “Izzy are you okay?” Izzy begins to shake her head before she says, “He’s, my mate.”

She was a toothless dog, one that can only bark. "My sweet child," Ejima gnashed her teeth as memories sips out of her skin. Bozo was no longer breathing, his eyes were closed and the life in him seemed to have disappeared. "Well, well. That went well," Uche chuckled, "I just won a war before it even started." "Murderer," Ejima yelled. "Oh," Uche lifted his hands in submission, "you know you are next, right?"

“Wrong. Things wouldn’t turn out like this if I were to be firm with them.” “Too bad. The ship has sailed. Our youngest is nearly dead.” Izaya pouted while Shizuo hugged his twin quietly. It was just an act of comfort between them. Hisoka flexed his palms, summoning his power. The purple-like wind swirled on top of his palm before he furled his hand. “Izaya.” He called. Izaya’s eyes shifted at the hand. Hisoka then unfurled his hand. A beautiful black rose twirled.

Hikari butts in. “If you two keep making a big deal out of this, I shall vanish you,” he warns his two crystal. Before he makes them disappear, they did it themselves. Moments later, he can’t seem to get enough by only watching Mizuko. He bet if everything around Souzou is at peace, he and Mizuko would have been husband and wife. And this will be their everyday setting— maybe even much better and much sexier. Kenshi pushed himself to stand straight. Then he carefully make his way to Mizuko, wrapping his hands around her waist. He felt her jump a bit but she didn’t seem to mind him. So, he buried his face on her neck, his breathing hot on her skin.