Kyōraku Shunsui Novels & Stories

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

This is perhaps, a prologue about the secret of my partner who hasn’t acknowledged me yet— Kuroyuki Shiroha. Also a very slight reveal of my mysterious background. ’Once registered, your ID will be set as ‘Anonymous #2207’. Is that okay?′ Yes. WELCOME TO KUROYUKI SHIROHA`S FANCLUB~!!! Kuroyuki Shiroha (黒雪 白羽) Race: Human

another old man spoke. I stepped down from the little podium of the throne towards the man who just spoke. Leaning closer to his ear, “I can do whatever I desire. I call the shots.” Wigging my finger in the air, “No one leaves the packhouse or enters without my order until when the coronation is done.” My eyes ran in the direction of my men holding down the two mad boys, “Bring the Beta boy to me.” I made my way to Lucy. Cocking my head, “Bring the Luna along.” I stormed out.

I looked up and down at him before continuing. "Tsk tsk...But it got scattered as soon as you open your mouth." All the servants in the room also had the same thought as her. They could only shake their head in secret. Who makes their Miss's handsome friend this way. They knew what type of person he was so, they cast a final look before going back to do their own thing. This handsome guy with brown hair was my male-not-male friend, Ku Shiman but preferred as Shiyang. He was the only heir of the Ku corporation. A top 10 famous and successful technology cooperation in S city.

She was a toothless dog, one that can only bark. "My sweet child," Ejima gnashed her teeth as memories sips out of her skin. Bozo was no longer breathing, his eyes were closed and the life in him seemed to have disappeared. "Well, well. That went well," Uche chuckled, "I just won a war before it even started." "Murderer," Ejima yelled. "Oh," Uche lifted his hands in submission, "you know you are next, right?"

Alpha Shinro, son of the former alpha and the hidden enemy of the Werewolf Committee, just recently took the title from his brother after he returned from the Blood Claws Pack and after clearing his name with indisputable pieces of evidence he presented to the Werewolf Committee and the Black Ridge Pack’s council of elders. Curling her toes that were now protruding from her socks, her beaten combat boots were barely hanging on to survive. It was at this moment that her stomach grumbled. On instinct, her hands held her gurgling stomach as the noise continued. With a flushed face, Diana cast her face down upon the curious looks of the people walking past her.

“By the way, are you aware that the Takahashi brothers are a split reincarnation of Nurarihyon?” I push away from him and look at him incredulously. “What?! How is that possible? They don’t have any scent on them but human!” I ask, bewildered at the thought. Itsamu seems so sweet; how could he possibly be a yokai leader? Itsuki, I am more inclined to believe since he exudes a dangerous aura, yes but not Itsamu! I wonder if my sisters know this; I doubt they would tell me their husband’s secrets, not that it’s any of my business knowing anyway.

I breathed a sigh of relief knowing I could at least be frank. “This is not tension, Mr. Sica, I absolutely despise you. As cold as it might sound, I cannot trust you. You have proven to me that you are a man who would not hesitate to throw people to gutters once you are done with them. But it is fine, isn't it? It is what CEO’s do.”

Random guy… “The person that now has to go home and take a cold shower!” Capris face turned red from embarrassment, it appears to be the guy she was backed up against grinding on his man parts.

Her white uniform set off her fair skin, making her look even more seductive. “It’s okay. Experts like him must have strong pride. Without pride, one cannot be the strongest. I finally understand why the Refined Blade Dojo can stand firm in Riverbank for so long. It’s because of you, Murao Hokujo. You are the treasure of this dojo,” Aiden said. “Treasure of the dojo? I like the way you put it,” Reiko said with a smile. “Actually, Murao isn’t the face of our dojo. It’s actually Jiro Sakamoto. He and his brother, Taro, are the youngest of us all who became grandmaster in kendo.