Jester Tsukasa Novels & Stories

my mother introduced to me. Itsuki was an attractive male from Nippon who could have been... in fact a male idol. His aesthetic ran similar to one of the modern ages. With an oversized denim jacket and black jumpsuit. He matched his outfit with combat boots. He had the rich dark hair of his ancestors and pale skin. His hair was cut just into his eyes that hid how dark they were from me. Itsuki's mate was Aoki. I could sense it. They were paired entirely by fate herself.

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."

Tsuky Miki tried to resist, he fought the best he could with those henchmen, he was disarmed and subdued by ten men, such was his fight, it was like that, as promised to what he realized that all that was nothing more than a lie, everyone there was deceived by promises, and happiness didn't come as they said it would. When Tsuky or rather his double, clone or decoy who was crushed when Joker, reached out in front of him and skewered her to his horror, into his chest directly into his heart, that being the way it was supposed to happen, that's totally what happened, he went..., the clown and the campaigns released him, embraced by Joker. When then, Tsuky Miki was stunned, seconds and a half t

“There’s no secret to it. To be honest, I’m surprised he hasn’t turned up already. I’ve been expecting him. Looking forward to meeting him.” Yuqi seemed mildly annoyed at being contradicted. “There’s no need,” she snapped. “Need? Who cares about need. Let’s do it for fun. Eh, Colin?” If the Jester was the manifestation of Yuqi’s psyche, what would mine be like? She might have had several more lifetimes of doing heinous shit to produce her pet, but I had killed an entire planet.

“About the nutcase lady, she is the reason why I request your presence.” “Who is she?” “She is the daughter of Alpha Atlas. The Alpha of the CageMoon Pack. Aunt said the nutcase is betrothed to me ever since I was a boy. And I had no fucking idea about it.” “Hold on, Leo…… you are fucking joking, right?” “Did you see me in any costume? I’m dead serious, Man,” I pushed myself up from the couch, and made my way to the mini-bar in my office. I pulled out a bottle of whiskey, stretched it in the direction of Max. “Do you care for any?”

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Kaen Tsukishima.”

Additionally, Taurus asks, Sultan shook his head; he was nervous. "I-I’m not..." he stammered, "How can I be a traitor?" His sweats were visible. "The young lady is just mistaken," "Right, young miss?" he questioned. Emily clasps both her arms above the table, looking at Sultan sharply. "Do you mean... Am I lying? What if I told you that the King was just giving me hints? "That the alpha knows about the traitor?" she scoffed sardonically.