Junko Furuta Story Novels & Stories

“I just want to know something.” “What is it?” I turned and faced him. “It doesn’t make sense. According to Furah’s story, Rena was caught near the men’s river following an animal she wanted to hunt. You told me she only hunted birds.” Yoké frowned. “You see?” I asked him. He smiled to the side. “You pay attention to such small details. You’ve told me that story, but I didn’t even take note of that.” “Isn’t it strange?” “No, she could have been following a bird.”

A lifetime of making mistakes has a way of making a man wiser, I suppose. Getting to the United States I fell in with the wrong crowd again, a Japanese kid named Yamato Koji. He was the son of a ruthless Yakuza boss in Los Angeles and he was my best friend. We met during my first year in school and became friends almost immediately. I didn't know he was a gang boss's kid until later but it wouldn't have made any difference if I did anyway, it probably would have even made me wanna be friends with him even more. Two years later, I dropped out of school, Koji's Dad died and he became the new boss, and a whole lot of shit went down. "A man's life is a series of stories" as Master Kankuro always

"If you're betrayed, release disappointment at once. By that way, the bitterness has no time to take root." - Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut * * * * July 2009 Aoyama Cemetery Tohya stared at Ren, wondering if his best friend had just cracked a joke. He simply can’t imagine someone like Ren befriending a guy like that. But on the other hand, if this Tatsuya Fujiyama is truly like how Ren had said, then it might be the reason why Ren had even befriended him.

Sakura was praying very hard Jane would miraculously appear and sort out this mess when she heard a commotion on the other side. She looked up to see the famous Japanese designer Mr. Tachibana coming toward them, his long hair—dyed bleach blond—flying and his long white robe fluttering about him. Beside him was the woman Sakura had been waiting eagerly to meet in person, the woman who had given birth to her twenty-five years ago, Haruka Tanaka, also known simply as Ms. Ruka. She was tall, Sakura realized, with strong, angular face, and thin nose that sat nicely on her face. She was very beautiful.

Frog pointed his other needle at Jinx and sent him flying back into the weird vision quest he had come from. Ignoring the swearing still trailing back into the room from Jinx as the portal closed, Purl turned to Frog. He rolled the needle the other Fate had thrown at Intarsia across the table. "What the fuck has crawled up your butt, Frog? You've been a nightmare to work with for weeks now."

Jacob Boris stared dejectedly at his pack members, all gathered in a circle around him. He knew all their individual stories: from the college student who was Bitten by a rabid changeling, to the young 14-year old who found herself in the dead of night among a gang of werewolves. Hs knew all their stories, had to listen to each and every werewolf in his pack tell the story of how they were changed the moment they joined his pack . It was one of his many roles as an Alpha, his many, challenging, tiring roles.

“Good to see you here, Your Majesty. The packs are watching.” “Always are,” Ronan replied, keeping his voice even. He exchanged a few careful words with the Witch Queen, an elegant woman with stars tattooed across her dark skin. She smiled politely but her eyes were sharp, like she could see more than she let on. A dragon lord in human form, tall, scaled tattoos climbing his neck gave him a respectful nod from across the room. The werefox alpha was already laughing loudly with a group of hybrids, tail swishing behind her.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

“Do you want a head rub?” It was tempting, but Shoru was fine with her master giving her head rubs. So she politely decline by looking around. Yuta was mildly dejected, but he recovered very quickly. “Sorry. I think she still need time to adjust to new people.” Jai apologized. “It’s fine. Sakura and Rita were like that once too.” Yuta said. If Jai remembered correctly, those are the names for the pets. Sakura is that dragonfly while Rita is the baby bird beast that is friends with Ruta.

It was still fresh in his mind, the first time he was brought to Yamamoto Group and met her. Akira Yuuto was an orphan, he was brought to Yamamoto Group and there he met Yamamoto Kaguya. Simple, rowdy and cute little monkey, that was his first impression of the Yamamoto Princess. Kaguya didn't have a haughty attitude, instead she was warm and bright just like the sun. It didn't take long for Yuuto who was five years older than her to fall in love with her. As if it was fate, Yuuto's eyes never left Kaguya.