Novelas y relatos de Kuroshitsuji Tanaka

It’s apple and spice, though nothing about him could be defined as nice. Still, I know down to my bones, no one else could have gotten me through that. Over the most terrifying, heart breaking, and still altering tide. Obliterated that phantom claw, like any other force daring to step into his path……. Hirosai Kurosai may be a monster, but he’s my kind of monster. The sort that all others fear. 33: Hiro -Unnatural Order

Going through the heat in the middle of their conversation in the library so that means there are only a few days left for Koishi's death I can wait' "Master you are really a sadistic one aren't you" this only made Koishi roll his eyes in response 'Does this guy even care for his master' Nakamura Koishi is one of the protagonists of the game also known as the Yandere character who is obsessive about the MC in this game. No matter what route, the sweet, innocent boy has two faces. Who can act cute one second and another second he can either kill who dares to take his MC or be killed to save her.

"Takanashi-kun, are you bad with that boy?" Takanashi was startled and looked at the young man who suddenly talked to him. He let out a long sigh and said, "Souma-san, don't talk startle me..." He was helpless but didn't say too much since he was a bit scared of this young man. Souma looked in the direction of Monica and Togo but raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong, Souma-san, do you know them?" Takanashi asked. Souma's eyes opened slightly and said, "The woman is fairly famous, she is the "Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari."

They were a completely dead, matte black, their bodies surrounded by a thin, swirling cloud of real, physical Soul-Eater mist that seemed to swallow the light from the neon signs behind them. They didn't draw blades, and they didn't shift into wolves. They raised their hands, and the black mist in the alley began to solidify into long, jagged needles of solid glass that were pointed directly at Laila’s chest. Ren Tanaka drew a short, curved steel sword from beneath his bomber jacket, his gold eyes burning with a sudden, wild energy. He told Laila that the greeting committee had arrived, and they didn't bring any noodles.

Making Takeshi sign in response. “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.

He screamed in pain, clutching his nuts as he dropped to his knees. I roughly grabbed his hair immediately. “Maybe you do not take orders from women, but I am not just any woman, you dimwit. I am Riena Kurobane, daughter of Oyabun Takeshi Kurobane; the Black Raven of Osaka! And the next time you speak to me in such a disrespectful tone, I won't just break your nuts, I will have them to go. Do you understand that?” “Yes, I… I understand,” he replied in panic, his eyes filled with fear.

Has white hair. Mange:- they have a history of delinquency and being displaced by social services but seems to be normal kids. Tanjiro- A guitar player who's energy reminds Kagami of Izanagi at times, a blonde haired brown eyed fellow. His quiet and focused demeanor often make others see him as the leader of the group but that's not completely the case.

Ren Takahashi slaps him on the shoulder, his eyes gleaming with a dark, predatory light. He has to be a Lord. He wouldn't be standing in this sanctum if he weren't. He doesn't carry himself like a subordinate, and the way he addressed the boss as 'Takumi' confirms they’re equals in the hierarchy. He isn't wearing the standard security gear of the Kuro Lounge either. I scan his white hoodie and dark denim. He doesn’t mirror Takumi’s tailored suit aesthetic, but that’s irrelevant. For all I know, a Lord could be a high-ranking politician or a mechanic in a grease-stained shop. They are strategically embedded where they can best manipulate the world.

The katana moved forward, aiming for the middle finger of one of the men kneeling before him. “Aghhh!” A scream echoed in the room. Kenji had only grazed him; he had not yet severed anything. “I really don’t know! I was just following orders from Takeo!” The man screamed in pain, naming the man beside him. The katana then shifted to Takeo’s throat. “You work for Kuryugumi and dare to lie? You know I can erase your entire existence without a trace. Kenji growled, "Your family won't even see your body, not even a finger."

“Sasha?” “She’s the mate of my personal assistant, who took his own life. She’s cursed; he couldn’t take it, and he also couldn’t reject her for fear of being cursed. He took his own life, but he made it clear who he wanted to take over for him.” Ryu signaled to Kyle, who walked up to her with his sword out of its case. “No one attacks the Alpha and lives, not even a cursed omega.” “You must be mistaken; I just wanted to try out the cloak I found in the bin. I’m not the one you’re looking for.” She cried.