Novel & Cerita Kitamura Takumi

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.

he muttered, looking in the direction where Yuri had headed hours ago. Tohya nodded wordlessly to himself, suddenly feeling extremely exhausted. “Don’t go dying on us, Yuri,” he muttered. * * * * Yuri didn’t remove her hand from the holster that held Odium as she looked straight at Kami, not taking her eyes off of him. “That’s right, I haven’t told you my name, have I?” said Kami with a slight smirk. “Every child should at least know their father’s name, shouldn’t they? I’m Ryuou. Ryuou Kitagawa.”

I'm crying for this, cause I've been in Kazuo's position :) See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

“Figures. She’s just like you.” I blinked, startled by the comment. “What’s that supposed to mean?” His lips twitched, not quite a smirk, but something close. “Stubborn.” A soft laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “She’s barely a week old.” Damon shrugged, his gaze settling on Isla, watching as her tiny fingers curled and uncurled. “Still. She seems to be the kind that would give me a fuss in the future. If this is how she is at one week old.”

After a long time of making it, Hikari has done with it and he tells Neu and Nimura about it. "So, first I go with Neu's character. His name was Kei Hiyama, He was in the guild for a long time ago and he still protecting the base till now with the rest of the other guild members. Then, about Lolita. Her name was Minato Lolita, the same goes for Hiyama she was an old guild member that still living in the guild to protect it. Her teammate was Hiyama and both of them go on a quest together."

Alfredo Fabri POV As you might already known, I am Alfredo Fabri. Within the Family, I simply go by Fabri, but outside the Family, they call me “The Butcher”. Why, you ask?. Well, if you stick around long enough, then you might just find out. All my life, I've always been second. Second this, second that, and currently I am Sottocapo, ranking as the second to the Boss of the Colombo Family. I know, it sucks, but that's reality.

“ Maximo Romano. You are? “ The man greeted. I made sure he saw my left hand as I greeted back. “ Brianna, Trentino. “ I introduced “ Ah, the famous Brianna. I have a feeling we will be great friends,” he said but I didn’t like the mischievous look on his face. Romano chuckled and gestured for Maximo to go to his side. He placed his hand around Maximo’s shoulder and a look of pride flashed his face.

“Let’s see who the real culprit is.” Across the distance, Luca looked straight at me. A faint smile curled at the corner of my lips, barely there... but satisfying as I watched real terror flicker in his eyes while he fought to keep his face calm. "Whoever laughs last laughs best, you bastard. Checkmate... Luca Miller."

Alex asked. Mr. Kitagawa scoffed coldly. “Of course, I’m not a ninja. I’m an ancient—” Alex couldn’t be bothered to listen to his introduction. “Get lost!” If Mr. Kitagawa was a ninja, Alex would’ve been slightly interested. But since he wasn’t, Alex didn’t want him to stay. “Take this!” Mr. Kitagawa shouted angrily as he threw a punch at Alex. Mr. Kitagawa was a martial arts expert who studied an ancient form of Japanese martial art known as Katori Shinto Stream. His level of cultivation was extremely close to Mystic rank. This was also how he caught Frank Accardo’s eyes, and why Frank intentionally invited him from Japan.

He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down. And then there was Aaron. He was the same height as Big Jim but looked like a rake beside him, which was crazy. Aaron was broad shouldered, almost three times me across and well defined, though you could never tell just how much until he had his shirt off. His hawk tattoo glistened with the trails of sweat running down his tanned chest, its inked talons raking his shuddering stomach as a feathered wing arched itself over his right shoulder.