Kurosaki-kun Novels & Stories

- she finally confessed, causing the stranger's slight amusement. - You are very perceptive, miss.- the man said, watching her with his black eyes that sparkled.- Yes, I don't go to bars, but today I made an exception because I heard from my friend who works at the university that a very talented student works here.- he continued, causing Miyuki's face to be surprised.- My name is Kai Ichatashiko, I am a psychologist and, as strange as it sounds, also a close friend of your professor, Mr. Taniguchi.- he added at the end.

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

“You won't like it when I'm lonely. I pick a fight with Hikari’s best swordsman, Yushi that little pest.” “Yushi?” “Oh you will come across him one of these days when we get closer to Hikari.” After getting enough of the fairy, they exited the party scene. Like how they went there, Mizuko’s hand were tightly holding Kenshi’s. Him holding her hand somehow makes her feel secure. Then out of nowhere, some thing jumped in front of them. It has a body like a gorilla but head like a dinosaur. Mizuko wanted to run but her hand was in Kenshi and all she could do is breath heavily.

' Gabriele thoughtfully glance at the guy who finally came in front of him and stopped, keeping a little bit of distance from him. His looks were ordinary but the sharp grey and shallow eyes stood out of this ordinary features and the expensive clothing he wore. He smiled and offered his hands covered with white cloth. Gabrielle stared at it before finally reaching out for it to shake with a reluctant expression even though that expression can’t be seen. The guy in front of him as if noticing his reluctance at shaking hands on him, take back his hands immediately after a brief contact of Gabriel skin. He smiled once again and offered to introduce himself, "I'm Cuzo. Clone and Kuro Young Mast

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

Are you here to welcome us? A young ninja came forward and yelled, "You dumb Huaxia people. Soon you'll be dead." Yamamoto Kusakara waved his hand to make the young ninja step back, and then he said proudly, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yamamoto Kusakara, a Jonin from Japan. We've been waiting for you here for a long time." "Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!"

"N-No, it's not that. It's just that... I'm... I'm asthmatic! Yeah, I'm asthmatic so I need space for air. Yeah, that's it." "Ah, okay." the supposed-to-be-infected-guy reacted calmly. Wow, that was easy. I never thought he'd be accepting it so quickly. After having distance between them, Tokage looked at the guy again. "If I can't remember my name, then I'll just name myself! How about Kushi? No, no. Hajime? No. Umm.. How about Hideaki? I heard that name from the people passing by a while ago..." "Look at him, he doesn't seem to be doing the things an infected person are supposed to be doing." he thought.

Louis slowly lowered the lid of his laptop. With trembling fingers he found a pack of cigarettes and lit it. That's all. End. Their romance with Kitsune is over ... And this time he put an end to it. He sat, stunned, not understanding how it happened, inhaling and exhaling hot acrid smoke.

A voice from behind I turned back and met a young man who is fair in complexion, he is tall maybe at about five feet seven inches, he is a bit muscular, his hair is dark brown, his eyebrows are full and brown, a small heart-shaped lips and he has a broad shaped face. He wore a white sweatshirt and black sweatpants. "Excuse me," He said again "Welcome to Amee's bakery, how may I help you?" He stared at me for a certain seconds before he spoke

he muttered and all of a sudden, Marcus fell unconscious. The shaman opened his eyes and he extracted a dark misty air from my heart and sent it into a fire. “I got it! I've broken it!”