Minato X Mitsuru Novels & Stories

With a sigh of relief Akihiko says- “Finally! Now, I’ve got to find a better spot to play in… Hm…” “Aki!” “Hm? Oh, Mitsuru!” he says after waving at his friend who was walking towards him. Akihiko was a very gloomy looking boy and had black hair. His eyes were as red as blood and he had dark circles under his eyes. Meanwhile, his friend Mitsuru was comparatively good-looking and was popular in class as well. When Mitsuru walked to Akihiko, a girl appeared from behind him and looks at Akihiko. They both stare at each other in disgust-

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

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!"

She said as she rubbed his head lovingly but he shook his head in protest “Stop it, you’ll ruffle my hair.” Marcus complained with a mouth full of food and his parents burst into laughter as they watched him try to smoothen his jet black hair which was very similar to his fathers’. They ate the rest of their breakfast in silence and once they were done Marcus couldn’t hold himself anymore as he dashed out of the house to one of the neighbouring buildings to fetch his best friend Jasmine, knowing their relationship and being friends with Marcus’ father, her father whom Marcus often referred to as uncle Luke didn’t hold Jasmine back and allowed her to follow him to the temple. Jasmine was a gi

, Aditi spoke as she walked in. "Okay, you guys are bullying me after knowing I'm in a heartbreak."Dai walked out. "Maa take some rest...he might have eaten your brain.", Hosino spoke as he walked towards Mina. "Did she recognize you?", Mina spoke as she stared at him. "No.", Hosino spoke as he was also upset. "Boss...we were young too...I was 10 and he was 12 so...", Aditi couldn't speak much seeing how sad Mina was.

Camilla thundered, she really was looking angry. Mira sighed and chuckled aloud "no matter how hard you shut the name Rodrigo out of their lives, you can never shut it out of their gene and blood stream" Mira declared and walked past Camilla out of the door. Camilla sighed softly. She knew Mirabel was right in every word she spoke. But how can she let him share her kids after calling her a whore and a play thing? On the other hand, Rodrigo received a notification of a message from Mirabel on his WeChat. He was drinking a glass of coffee and wanted to do some work on his computer.

The interior reflects the wealth in a minimalist way, which is actually pleasant to look at. “Alpha Fenriz, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Takahashi Itsamu, Homura’s husband, comes out to greet us when we sit down to have tea. Slipping his arm around his wife, he gives me a look that says he’s not scared of me. Cute.

His eyes darted to the doorway, and what he saw made him instantly regret ever being born. Standing in the doorway was none other than Kenichi Matsumoto—the finance minister from his previous life, the very same man who had humiliated him in countless board meetings with his snide, incessant boasting of numbers that went to three decimal places. Takuto's past life flashed before his eyes, remembering all the countless times Matsumoto’s voice echoed in his ears: “Three decimal places, Kimura. THREE! Keep up!” He shuddered.

“He’s over there waiting for you.” Natalie glanced at where Boniface was looking. A racially mixed man leaned against a dark gray Maserati Quattroporte. His Piccadilly loafer-cladded feet crossed, the car keys dangling on his index finger. Natalie knew that in Angola, he was known as a mulatto. A person who was mixed with African and Portuguese ancestry. Mauricio’s black curly hair was styled in a short, expensive cut. His yellowish-brown skin glowed healthily under the warm winter sun. The tailored suit showed off his lean, muscled form. His eyes were hidden behind aviator glasses.

"Japan has another Luna?" Tatsuya, sitting stiffly among the Predators’ reserves, paled. His heart dropped into his stomach. “No… Renji… you idiot. Now everyone knows.”, "Fuck " he quickly gets up, going outside to make a phone call, murasame watching him as he leaves.