Novel & Cerita Izumi Shinichi

Fusae nodded and said, "The huge man with two meters in height is Sekibayashi Jun. He's a famous pro-wrestler and a very strong fighter. In public, he's very famous, you should know him." Monica looked at Sekibayashi Jun who was so tall and caused the people around him to look like a dwarf. He thought for a while and nodded since it seemed the previous Monica Oga also knew about Sekibayashi Jun. "The muscular man that is standing with that fat man is Wakatsuki Takeshi, who is also known as The Wild Tiger. He's an affiliated fighter of Furumi Pharmaceuticals, and by the way, the fat man who is standing beside Wakatsuki is the CEO of Furumi Pharmaceuticals," Fusae explained.

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

Gran Iruka spoke up when he noticed that she was there. "I'm sorry for bothering you." She bows to him before walking closer and sat in respect. "Goro helped me trace where you are," "He always had a great nose." "Why don't I show you something interesting." Gran Iruka had Goro close the door of the room, as it was covered in darkness. Evy waiting before she saw something light up. It was a small ball of light. It had a blue tint on it and was swirling around his hands as if it were dust. It was lovely to watch as if they were sands that he could control.

Yurik growled grabbing Isaac by the hair and pulling his head back. "Prolong it as much as possible." I instructed before leaving, the screams and cries muting as I shut the door behind me. A text came through from an unknown number and I unlocked my phone. 'Thank you.' ~ i hope isaac rots in hell

Chief Tador yelled at him, "Get out of here! This is a crime scene, and you are disrupting the integrity of it. Get out!" After sending the Officer out, Chief Tador turned and set back his eyes on it with a straight face. Azriel looked for not more than fifteen seconds and turned around, heading for the exit. Ackermann took a more comprehensive look than Azriel's but then took his eyes off it and looked away. Shirley kept looking at it, downhearted and shocked but still looking. She wanted to understand what had happened; that's what she always does.

Splinters explode into the air, but in the middle of the chaos I hear a commanding Alpha roar I wasn’t expecting. “Stop the fucking fire! Patriarch Lorenzo, I’m Enzo Bianchi. Call off your men!” Finally, I can think with some clarity, and Alpha Bianchi’s pheromones hit my nose. “Leo, stand down!” I roar, and the clearing goes still again. I rise just enough over the logs and see him step out with his hands up, a peace signal. I scan the area. His men are sheltered inside, and I sense a few more hidden in the woods.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

- Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer * * * * Ren Shibasaki didn’t turn around from his position before the gravestone of Tatsuya Fujiyama even when the sound of light crunch of gravel beneath shoes reached his ears. He merely stood there, eyeing the words engraved in the gravestone, with his hands stuffed in his pockets even when he knew Yuri and Tohya were both standing behind him. It was when Yuri sighed when he finally turned around. “I hope that we aren’t intruding,” she said apologetically.

I couldn't deny the fact she was a fantastic dancer. “Hey, Omegas,” I saw a huge hand resting over Daisy’s shoulders from behind. At that same moment, I felt a huge hand also on my shoulder. Daisy and I turned in unison to look at who it was, and my eyes widened in shock. It was the beast Gamma. He held a smirk on his lips as he rested his heavy hands across our shoulders. He stood between us. Daisy tried to dart away but he held her by the neck of her uniform and pulled her back. “Too late, wavy hair,” he said.

It had been weeks since I first saw him again, standing across the room like some towering figure out of my past. Jiro Fujibayashi. Even now, I could still feel the pulse of recognition every time I saw him, though I did everything in my power to avoid him. He didn’t seem to remember me—at least, not in any immediate way—but that didn’t mean I could relax. Not when he still looked the same, still had that same powerful presence that made everyone gravitate toward him.