Light Yagami Side Profile Novels & Stories

"You can just call me Amaya, although legally I am Amaya Milano Yagami." The people nodded and showed us around the house, from the backyard to a kind of gazebo to share with the rest. The pool was a spectacle, but I was only processing what they had done, how she had responded, and the fact that, in the end, these were people completely loyal to the Yagami. Changing that would mean tearing down walls that were already too high and firmly established. "I didn't mean to put you in a bad situation," I mentioned once we were in the bedroom.

Yami refers it to their previous CEO every time she announced something, she always forgets the best part of the announcement. He is Yami Smith, normal citizen in K City. 23-year-old, living in a normal life. He’s certified assistant-best friend of Dawn Lewis. He’s happy go lucky and cheerful. But, when it comes to his works, he’s paying attention a lot to it. He’s cute and pretty guy. He’s height is so much more like a normal woman. He has white and skinny body. He also gay, Dawn’s partner in crime. They lived in one condo since the day they became friends.

Blake screamed like a child, so we all stood up and came out of the hideout. I can’t allow myself to be caught in the act, especially to be accused of being ugly. Me, ugly? No way over my sexy fit body. ~~ Arriving at boss Yuichi’s said place, we saw him effortlessly shooting the men in all black. The problem was he couldn’t focus because he wouldn’t let even one man get close to his car and the other one that caught my attention was the side mirror that boss Yuichi was handling. Is boss Yuichi’s car that important or is one of the families of the Yamamoto clan already suffering for money?

What was Kyle getting on? “Do you know this person?” Ryu asked. I stared at his eyes, which were glowing red, his teeth gritting and ready to tear my limbs apart if I had the slightest connection. Falling apart at this point meant giving everything up. That would make my whole life a lie, and that wasn’t an option. “I don’t know him, but I can tell he isn’t the one.” “What do you mean he isn’t the one?” Kyle growled. “He doesn’t have a cut mark on his right hand.” I said, “Alpha Ryu cut his right hand open during the fight, but his hand was cut on the left.”