Masaki Mha Novels & Stories

Yesha: *coughs* Good work Aika. Aika: Thank you Commodore... Yesha: How is everything here, Field Executive Mikami? Field Executive Aika Mikami is a 24 year old lady with pearl white skin and a gracious figure. She has distinct Asian facial features. She supports Commodore Romanov in the Directive Dimensional Administration (the support arm of the military fleet) since childhood. She is more commonly known as the Maiden of the Grey who moves the battle group fluidly in Yesha's Absence and commands respect even from the combatants.

One perk about being rich and having power over the school was that we could order our own food. “Dude you wouldn’t believe what happened,” Toshiro said, looking eager to talk. Masaki Toshiro is the school’s gossip lord. There’s nothing he didn’t know. He constantly updates us with every single piece of news. Trending or not. He’s a bubbly guy with light brown eyes and blonde hair. Fairly large muscles which he got from rigorous football training and going to the gym every day. It was like his second home.

Sasha absentmindedly nibbled and kissed along my ear and jaw while most of his attention was to the game. Misha returned an hour later with take-out pizza and more beer. The usually reserved Russian was even more shy than usual. He avoided looking at me when I asked him questions and passed me a bear via Sasha although I was just as close to him. His behaviour was making me uncomfortable but I didn't want to push him in front of everyone.

“My dad works for the Tokyo Stock Exchange. My mom’s a hedge fund manager.” Takuto: “…” (What is this? A rich heiress living among us commoners?!) As he struggled to process everything, Misaki stepped closer. Close enough that he caught the faint scent of peach shampoo. “Actually,” she said quietly, “I know who you really are.” Takuto’s heart stopped. “What… do you mean?” “The mysterious advisor of Kimura Corp.” Her eyes sparkled. “The one who saved the company with crayon drawings.” “...!”

KEISHA has been brushing her hair for half an hour while staring into oblivion. She needs to find a way to kill him quickly without raising suspicions but it’s far too risky for her to take this path. She has to play the waiting game, nothing she can do is safe. “M-Miss, the master has informed you to finish getting ready. I shall do your hair for you,” the maid approached but she raised her hand for her to stop. “No need, I’ll keep my hair down. You may leave.”

He choked on his drink a little. I gave a loud laugh. "Don't worry silly... we are all in this together ",I said. He gave me a puzzled look. "You're a Mafian too? ",he asked me. "How else did you think I was able to detect that you are Riccardo Davinchi the greatest and most feared Mafian in the universe " Exaggeration.... you're not. The hype seemed to have calmed him down a little. He smiled. "Well.... that's what they say huh? "

Michelangelo gritted his teeth. He too looked around and saw all the people waiting for Tikhon. First, his eyes fell on Ishida Masayuki, the scary leader of Limiri Cosca from Thobhu Limiri, dressed sharply in a grey suit. His strict face was enough to instil fear in even the most fearless people.

The sky which was now dark, cleverly covering up the bright sky a while ago The dark sky was visibly seen to their sight if ever the person living underneath it had taken the time to raise its head and look at the sky Maki, the guy with the lolipop on his mouth and sneeringly objected and push his beleif that the S level heroes would not have the ability to take care of the monsters who had gone on attacking the neighbouring city this time, slightly squinted his eyes as he look at the sky devoid of anything. Name: Maki *** Age: 28 years old Identity: A1 Class Heroes Special Secret Identity: Elite Lover Original World: Earth Ability: Ice System Name: System 0000504321

He laughed and buried his head in his hands. "Ah, fuck. Qiao Mo... " Hila She woke up rather earlier than usual and felt queasy. The day of the Wushi Chin Cooperation annual meeting had arrived and she was to deliver the Wushi Group's proposal to the board. The obvious reason behind the formation of the group was to help the world through annual donations to curb different calamities in different countries.

Like my little sneaky wife, Ava. There's a brief pause on the other end of the call before Mikhail replied; "Understood, Pakhan." I hung up without another word, my mind already shifting back to the delicate balance I had to maintain. One wrong move and everything comes tumbling down. I would become a laughing stock to the many enemies I had.