Novelas y relatos de Kaoru Hikaru

50 tall, he was thinking about his sex life in which even his boyfriend, who thank the good lord, he hadn't cared about the fact that he was that age and his height. So much so that his new fashionable clothes to make him look like some delinquent, in which he was four times bigger than him, too bad his boyfriend was secret and his life as boyfriends was even more secret, when they Asian, they asked if he was their son, or their father or whatever, But they never kissed in public, he made excuses for extra classes and detention problems at school. Hikaru had a thin face, bony knees, black hair and very green eyes, he wore square and wide glasses, wearing sunglasses with contact lenses most

Jai tilted his head with an apologetic smile. “Ah! Sorry!” Ruta scratched his head nervously. “I forgot you’re not from here. Of course you don’t know them,” the boy smiled at him and counted with his finger. “Akaito Fujii. A prodigy from the Fujii clan. He has pale red hair and pretty, dark purple eyes. People like Akaito onii-chan a lot because he is very talented and creative, both in a fight or his achievement in the singing industry.” Jai listened intently to the boy.

My eyes met the rest of the witches, who all gave me warm and inviting smiles. “Come, it is time,” Kaede says and walks into the forest, Kai’s brothers following suit. When I look at Kai, I feel that string pull taut again at the sight of him; bare-chested, wearing nothing but a black pair of loose-fitting pants that end at his calves. The tattoos all over his chest and arms look as if they were made to be there, and his long hair is hanging loose over his shoulders. My mate is so incredibly beautiful; I could stare at him all day and never tire.

“This is one of my many abilities, the creation of domains. Of course all of us have different abilities but I am one of the few who has the ability to create domains freely. I’m not bragging just so you know.” “You were definitely bragging…” “He is. That’s cause it’s really rare.” Akihiko stares at Seirei for some time and asks him- “Are you really immortal though?” “Yes, I am. In a way I am immortal. You can easily kill me though. I won’t age and that’s it.” “Oh.” Ayame then remembers that she had to study for the upcoming test and then she says- “Maybe it’s alright to hand over the position of number one to other people from time to time.”

Young master Part16 "Hello ...." a smirk at the door. Khan who saw the arrival of Roberto Mose, immediately bowed respectfully. "My lord...." Khan said. All eyes turned to Roberto, and the businessmen who came to the Khan Tones show, of course, recognized the man very well. "Young master Mose, welcome welcome." Mike Tones shook the man's hand. "It's an honor, my lord, to have you come to our little party," continued Mike Tones.

Jacob said Yeah....yay

They opened the doors and the young man appears, he is tall with long wavy reddish hair, his manly face with intense black eyes; although he is quite handsome his expressions are cold and dominant, his frown a little frowned and serious, his eyebrows of the same tone bushy but not exaggerated, what most captivated me was that red hair as intense as the fire or the sunset, I must admit that it is quite attractive that shade of hair so interesting, so much so that the maidens were more perplexed at his appearance, although personally Satoshi for me is more attractive, I'm just curious about the hair and his gestures so serious. He comes closer and closer to me, his look is so threatening that

My eyes widen as he gets down on one knee and tends me his hand. “Hayat Aiyer, will you be my girlfriend?” (*^▽^*)

His white shoes stopped in front of me as soon as he reached our platform. Amor and he remained in a glare-lock for a few minutes with pin-drop silence taking over the hall. The heaviness in the air around me increased, and I gulped. If I could, I would have simply slid away from the throne. Sitting in front of him and beside Amor was like a seeing god of death. His gaze turned gentle as he looked at me. “Apologies for being late,” his voice had the depth of the oceans, serene, but deadly. “I am Hikari Kazumi, the second child of Hana Kazumi. Please accept my greeting, your highness,” he knelt before me.

But then, unexpectedly, she saw Gin standing before her, his presence a sudden comfort. Gin Hiroshi, Akira's childhood best friend, had been inseparable from her since their early days. Growing up together, they shared countless memories, and now, both sixteen years old, they attended different schools but maintained their strong bond. Gin's silky silver hair partially covered his eyes, and he harbored a secret affection for Akira. Despite his strong feelings, he concealed them, unwilling to risk their cherished friendship. His deep black-brown eyes shimmered like stars, complementing his slightly pointed nose and lips tinted with the color of a ripe apple. In many ways, he embodied a comple