Mako Ta Novels & Stories

{KYLE’S POV} Kyle paced the deck of the small yacht, anxious as they sped in the early morning towards Martha’s Vineyard. He could not stand still. He hated boats, and he hated water. Worse, he hated crossing water, like most of his kind. Perhaps even more than most.

The IW doesn't tolerate this kind of behavior. As soon as I got the mission. I got home to prepare. That's when Andre scolded me and telling me to quit. “This is not the life for you”, he said, “I regret that I enrolled you to IW”, he added, but it was no use anymore for I have already decided to stay, “ I want to know more. You can't stop me”, I replied to him, “Fine, if I can't make you quit then I'll support you”, well, I didn't expect that he would say that. “What's your next assignment?” and there I showed him, “Ah, From Maharlika, I've never been to maharlika. But, I heard some rumors that bullets are not effective on them”, I wasn't sure what he meant when he said those words, but I h

All that ever happened between us were a couple of heated make-out sessions, one Lunamin. “Bigger than Jako’s,” Soko joins them with a smirk. She never was one to pull punches, though I’m sure I’ve never went there with Aya’s friend. “What? Every one has been with Jako,” her casually talking about rod sizes makes me evaluate how much the pair of them actually talk about. “You and Hiro?” Maka's light thin brows lift and there is something of a hiss in her voice. “Well, how is he?” She asks when Soko doesn’t answer right away.

It was white, decorated with crystals and diamonds. I follow her downstairs, shutting the door behind me. As we descend, I suddenly notice Mira's dress. It was a black dress with diamonds all over it like sprinkled dust. Her dress was flay and its length was a few inches above the knee. She wore black heels whose laces were designed with butterflies. Two on each heel. Her hair had been let down, a braid on each side like a crown. Her make up was neutral, but not mild and her lipstick dark. With a plain black purse in hand.

I nodded my head, still patiently waiting for him to answer my question. "I'm Mako," he said, "Orion marksman." He had some sort of Russian accent, but the thought of Orion having a sniper around him made me wonder if he's actually as strong as he claimed to be. Kate and Kira caught up with me, and both of them seemed to know Mako. "Mako," Kira called, "Good to see you." "Good to see you too, healer. I'm glad you're both okay," then he turned to face Kate, "Good job newbie, expect a deer from me."

‘You’re adorable, kotonok’ He watched me with fascination as I rubbed the tiny hotel soap into his body, massaging his muscles slowly. He turned so that I could wash his back, resting his head on his arm against the wall as the hot water ran down his back. He groaned as I pressed hard on the muscles around his shoulder blades.

I asked with a shocked expression. " It's impossible to climb on and not much damage if we pour acid on it, unlike bricks." The guard grinned as he tapped his fist against the metal wall. " What?! What kind of acid is that??" Manor exclaimed. " MA 79." The guard informed with a pointing finger huge cauldron filled with boiling hot green acid. " MA?" I wonder out loud, not being familiar with such a type of acid. " Misaki's acid. She created it but called it 79, which I assume is the experiment number. So we just call it Misaki's acid. MA for short. " The guard shrugged.

Maybe he has a harem, maybe he marries them, I don't know. "You don't know?" "Well... I... I... th... I think he kills them." the man replied. Shawn said, "Get up and take me to Maka." "No, Maka is very dangerous; they have arrows and spears, and they are all poisonous. Going there is a suicide mission, even with your guns, they have traps laid out in different places, and their gate is very strong. They have a very sturdy gate; the gate does not open without Maka's consent."

on his forehead stands before them. “Are you all right, Varz?” The man asked glancing at the guy. The guy just nods. Alfi and Kartika stand up. “Who are you?” Alfi asked. “Call me Made. (/mᴧdᴂ/) I’m here to assist all of you to stop Waku-Waku.” He explained politely. "What does he mean? And what’s the big deal with this ‘Varz’ guy?" Alfi thought in amazement.

Makoto felt ashamed when he saw the old man. “Master Takei!” Carol also quickly went forward to greet him, a joyful expression on her face. Both Makoto and Carol appeared to be slightly at ease at this moment. It was as if everything could be settled as long as this old man was there. Apparently, this was Chief Takei. H was the head of the Takei family, the Elder of the Shinkage Way, and also a great master standing at the pinnacle of the King of Arms—Maki Takei. Moreover, it was said that he was only a step away from becoming the true God of War. Also ,he had ultimate moves that allowed him to draw out enough strength to parallel an actual God of War.