Izumi Shinichi Novels & Stories

But, I'll spare you some experiences. The first mission was a direct order from the IW Senate President. [Named: Shiku Itikito Occupation: CEO of the number one technology maker in japan and also a Yakuza Leader who sells drugs in different parts of Japan. Mission: Infiltrate and kill Shiku Itikito] Shiku Itikito is one of the twelve Ronins of japan and also a former IW Senator. He broke the rules when he started shipping the drugs to Asia. All IW Senators have voted and agreed with the mission. The reward would be 500 IW Tokens.

It is to prevent any sound from reaching the front of the car. "Who is Shizuka Fudo? He's at your house right now." Ryosuke said. The twins are in disbelief. "Wait, that spoiled, rotten son of a bitch is at our house right now?" Toya said. Noriko groans. "Just what the hell is he up to now?" "Wow, Kazuha had the same reaction. Just who is he?" Cai Kang said. "Shizuka Fudo is the son of our second aunt who is also a Shiratori." Noriko said. "However, she is not actually a Shiratori. She's adopted into the family the moment she has started developing her silver eyes."

And her this aura ,dragged him towards her . Shizuka got stunned .This men is more Sharper than,her .Her adoption is a huge secret. outsider's aren't aware of it .Yet ,this guy. how did he know ??? . She gave him a mirthless glare , placing her elbow as a stand to her face ,she rubbed her forehead .

Are you here to welcome us? A young ninja came forward and yelled, "You dumb Huaxia people. Soon you'll be dead." Yamamoto Kusakara waved his hand to make the young ninja step back, and then he said proudly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yamamoto Kusakara, a Jonin from Japan. We've been waiting for you here for a long time." "Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!"

Whiz— Standing on the spot, Yang Xiao's body burst out like a sharp sword. "Ah!" Shinichi Miyamoto tried his best to wield his samurai sword fiercely.

It's her favorite hairpin. Violette was about to insert the hairpin in Lucia's hair when another person beat her to it. The person inserted a butterfly hairpin which definitely costs a fortune into Lucia's hair instead. Massimo's swift eyes snapped up together with Violette's, both beholding a tall brunette woman who's wearing a black outfit too. Obviously, she's japanese, and she smiled with lots of intentions, her mascara and dark eyeshadow insanely thick. "The name is Izumi Nakamura, the Yakuza princess. I'm his first daughter, heiress to the Japanese empire. Nice to meet you, Massimo Visconti" she stretched her hand forward for an handshake.

The interior reflects the wealth in a minimalist way, which is actually pleasant to look at. “Alpha Fenriz, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Takahashi Itsamu, Homura’s husband, comes out to greet us when we sit down to have tea. Slipping his arm around his wife, he gives me a look that says he’s not scared of me. Cute.

It’s then that we see two headlights heading our way. The car comes to stop about 15 feet from us and out come two human police detectives. One them I know. Scott Buckingham, a good-looking guy (well, good-looking as far as humans go) with deep brown eyes and light brown hair that always looks like he has bed head. Add to that his slightly crooked smile that shows off his perfectly arranged, white teeth and he has the kind of easy, all-American boy good looks that you’d expect to find in a movie about a high school football team. Except he’s no longer a high school student, instead he’s actually my age. The other guy, shorter and stockier than Scott but cute in his own way with reddish-brown

Within a minute, she had speed-drawn the faces of the four assailants on each leaf of the pad and handed them to Ricardo. It took only a glance at one of the pictures for Ricardo to say, "Facial recognition won't be necessary. I have an identification for you. Emilio Juarez." "Wait, you knew those clowns?" Kei quirked an eyebrow. "A clown," he corrected, pointing to the drawing of a Verdi-bearded Latino man in his late thirties. "Emilio Juarez was a Colombian hacker who joined Os Buscadores three years ago; and while I didn't know him much on a personal level, he and I have coordinated on enough missions to consider him my friend, or at least a very close colleague."

Not Carter’s heavy knock. This was… careful. Calculated. “Come in,” I said, already tensing. My wolf stirred and I frowned as I stared at the door, watching as it opened. The man who walked in was unfamiliar in the sense that I didn’t know him, and yet… something about him struck a chord. Tall, sharply built, with piercing gray eyes that could cut right through armor. There was something ancient about him. Something regal. And dangerous. “Need I help you?”