Novel & Cerita Mikami Satoru

, asked Soma. “Yeah. How do you know about that?”, Mizuki asked. “He is the class in charge of Class B rank 2. His name is Roper Yagi and he is obsessed with red eyes. He stalks those vampires who have red eyes and always tries to talk to them all the time. He is super shady”, said Soma. “So, you’re saying that he is going to stalk me now”, Mizuki said with fear in her eyes. “Did you answered all of the questions and told him your name?” asked Flora.

************************************************* Warning: Alternative POVs ************************************************* 1-04-2113 (11:00 pm Kyoto: Original City, Japan) ************************************************* Isuzu Kai-Mikumi hated Japan. Well no, she hated her home, not so much the country. The country had never wronged her. As far as she was aware, she’d lived a relatively blessed life, good friends, and a good neighborhood. She was treated relatively well, and on certain days she had the love of a man; biologically her father.

Kenji Sato stood at the head, 6'1" of lethal grace wrapped in a midnight-blue bespoke suit that clung like a lover's promise. Porcelain skin stretched over high cheekbones, jet-black hair slicked back to reveal obsidian eyes that locked onto mine with unnerving precision. A thin scar sliced his left jaw, a whisper of violence. His mouth curved in a half-smirk as he extended his hand. I took it, expecting firmness. Instead, his grip lingered—warm, unyielding, thumb brushing my knuckle in a graze that sent unwelcome heat coiling up my arm. "Ms. Whitaker," he said, faint Japanese accent wrapping each syllable like silk over steel. "Your reputation precedes you." His eyes didn't waver, dissectin

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

Proof of this strange mate of mine. The door to the cabin suddenly burst open, hitting the wall. There was knock at all. Then, a tall figure stood at the doorway. His face showed that he was a strict man. In a jiffy, the small room was filled with the scent of his sweet perfume and real power. He was older, his jaw set hard, but his eyes were the same blue. It was him, my assumed mate. He never looked at my mother nor at the doctor, but at me, his eyes travelling down from my face to the two bundles in my mother's arms. A small evil smile spread across his face.

he stated and ambled away. Press this, to switch it on, and this, to switch it off. I practiced in the air. This on, and this off. I repeated the words in my head as I stripped my body of my torn uniform. Beta Max really did a hard one on me. Speaking of him, why did he get so furious when he saw the kiss? I had encountered him on just a few occasions and he looked cool. I never knew he was a cold, cruel bloodsucker like his Alpha. I think the one who was a little different was Gamma Liam.

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”

The Lorraine I know has a unique wheezing laugh. "Don't mind her." The bald man, I'm pretty sure he's the bassist/cellist/drummer Satoshi from Blacklist! he glanced at the form I had submitted online perhaps to confirm my claim. "Fukuda Kagami-san, correct?" "Yes, sir." I heard one of the contestants gasp. "That's-" "Ahem!" A chic man with silky long black hair, Renjiro, a bassist/screamer from the former heavy metal band, Ainz glanced in the contestants' direction.

“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.” “...!”

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.