Novel & Cerita Kiyotaka Ayanokōji

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

“and my youngest son, Luca. “Good afternoon,” I greeted, my head down. “A pleasure to meet you all, especially you, Anaya. I am Dante, the oldest as of present,” he leaned, took my hand and kissed the back of my palm, “and these are my siblings, Raffaele, Nico, Leonardo, Adrian and Serena, our youngest,” he gestured to each of them. “It is a pleasure to meet you, too” After that, the afternoon went on smoothly. Then a crash, cups and plates breaking, refreshments spilled and the maids they loked utterly horrified.

He loved how her stares made him feel. --- The night was still young. Jesse and K were out again on the street. They just finished eating, both of them were feeling so full and satisfied with their meal. Jesse got them Shoyu ramen bowls. K was berating him for eating the pork char siu slices on the side, being that he was Jewish. He just laughed it off, clearly rebellious of his faith and even went as far as mocking Judaism. He remarked that it was getting tougher and tougher to be a bad Jew. And that if necessary, he would kill his rabbi with a pork chop without any hesitation, should his religion be an impediment at how he wanted to live his life. K was so amused at Jesse's shrewd thinking

Kane looked down. A small fish swam lazily in the bowl. "...Stanley," he repeated. "He's been with me for a while," Mona said, crouching slightly, tapping the glass gently. "Say hi." Kane huffed a quiet laugh. "Hey, Stanley." Mona grinned. "See? He likes you already." Kane shook his head slightly, but there was something softer in his expression now. "Ready?" he asked. Mona stood, grabbing her bag.

Andrius’ eyes twitched. Otto must be referring to the five major families in Kiyoto!

I tried holding myself back, but there was quite a lot to hold back in. “Alpha… Ryu.”

He frowned and asked, “What did he say just now?” “You bastard! You didn’t hear me just now?” Senji roared, “I want you to hand over Anzu Okita, or die!” Collier argued, “Senji Kadota? We don’t have any Ryokan women here. If you want some company, I suggest a brothel. If you want a recommendation, I do have some contacts that I can give you and they are all Ryokanians.”

“This is a famous, successful, and respectful Japanese architect, his name is Kengo Kuma, born sixty-seven years ago in Yokohama, Japan. He designed not only architecture in Japan, but in a lot of other countries too. He won plenty of awards for his projects.” I know this man, he is famous. I studied about him when I did research in my university time. However, although I’ve heard of him, in Jamie’s opinion, Henrietta might not have, hence I put up an astonished face and nod as I hear him. Finding me looking interested, Jamie continues to tell, “His masterpieces in Tokyo include the Toyama Kirari Glass Museum, Nezu Museum, Suntory Museum of Art, Zuisho-ji Temple, Asakusa Culture Tourist Info

He just wanted the damn meeting to be over so he could go spend more time with Kento and be away from Aito and his crazy mother. On the long couch next to Mr Igarashi sat Yasu and Kaito. Yasu had changed into dark tailored trousers paired with a crisp navy-blue button-down shirt. He had his thick rimmed glasses on, giving him the composed, professional look of the doctor. He was and by his side sat his fiancé, Kaito.

Yahiko could not help but choke and say, “Nanako, you have always called me your Eminent Father. Today, I want to hear you call me Otosan, just like any other ordinary child calls their father…” Nanako stood up immediately before she bowed deeply in front of the video call as she said respectfully, “Otosan!” Otosan meant ‘daddy’ in Japanese. After hearing Nanako calling him Otosan, Yahiko sighed softly as he said, “Nanako, go ahead and do what you want to. Dad will respect all of your decisions. You can go and chase your own dreams with a clear conscience. Dad will be waiting for you in Tokyo!” Nanako smiled sweetly before she said, “Otosan, if I get severely injured this time, I do not want