Makoto X Sayaka Novels & Stories

“W-why did you do that?”. Sakura warily backs away from Misa, stopping the she-alpha’s exaggerated cackling. Misa pouts at her, she crosses her arms across her chest with an offended expression. “Do you really not know? I know that you don’t want your nestmate and Miyamura to fuck, Sakura”. Sakura’s wariness fades. Her eyes cool, she matches Misa’s gaze with a cold look. “I don’t know what you mean, Miss”.

Ryu patted Kenji’s back before peering over his shoulder to read the rest of the letter. [I had to get rid of Matsuda. He was such an idiot. How could he not recognize you and shoot you? What a fool. But what’s done is done. Now, let’s talk about Hayato and THE PERSON WHO CAN MAKE YOU STUPID—AKIKO. I can already picture your foolish smile when you read her name.] “I’m not smiling foolishly!” Kenji protested. He smiled when he saw Akiko, but not when he read her name. Kenji became increasingly frustrated as Masaki openly mocked him, even going so far as to write her name in large letters.

He responded by licking her face and wagging his tail. “I'll take that as a yes. Thanks for looking after him, I guess.” Takumi noticed that she looked fuller somehow and more tired. “How have you been doing?” “Fine.” “But you don't look...” “I said that I'm fine, ok. I'm not your problem anymore, so you don't have to bother yourself with me. And you should be concerning yourself with Matako, not me.” “Geez, no need to be so hostile.” “Did someone call me?” Matako came out from the kitchen. “Oh...uh...”

"Hello, my name is Sayaka Watanabe. Please take care of me in the future, Oga-kun." Looking at her sweet smile, Monica was sure that a lot of guys would be attracted by her in an instant, however, he had seen a lot of beauties in his life so he didn't see anything special on Sayaka however... Monica didn't expect that this young woman was included in his target either, and at the same time, he felt that his luck was very good since from the early morning until now, he had met a lot of targets.

No doubt he was looking for Hina. “Excuse me.” Nozomi said just loud enough for Makoto to hear. Makoto’s bright and hopeful eyes, that were filled with youthful energy, finally acknowledged Nozomi’s presence. “Yes?” His voice was immature and light. “My paper.” Nozomi pointed at his feet. Makoto followed her gesture and found half of his foot on a completed worksheet. “Oh, sorry.” Makoto stepped back, picked up her worksheet, and dusted it for her, before returning it. “My bad...”

While Harvey and Watson were talking about the Tsuchimikado family… On a highway around the city, a Toyota Alphard was slowly cruising forward. Yamato took a sip of his sake, his eyes bloodshot. In front of him, Ayaka was sitting upright with an apologetic look on her face. “It was my fault that I didn’t arrange things properly, Young Master Yamato… Please, do whatever you want with me!” Yamato looked deeply into Ayaka’s eyes before chuckling wretchedly.

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.

Daiki advised, and Haru nodded smiling. Daiki went over to his seat and took a seat. Sakura and Maki went to him while Haru took a seat next to Ida. "I have been a fan of you" Haru spoke first. "Thank you for being a fan" "I'm Haru, and you are Ida Okino Mitsuko," He said, and she smiled faintly. "You have done the introduction yourself." Ida stood up and tried walking away when Haru held her wrist. "Can we rehearse together?"

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!"

The laughter quieted. "As promised, let's talk about the project, Mr. Lincoln." Makoto spoke, swirling the red wine in his glass, “You see, we aren’t merely in the business of flesh anymore. That part is old news. Anybody can snatch a girl off the streets, drug her, and sell her body for a few bills. But we… we have been building something bigger. Something eternal.”