Mine Akame Novels & Stories

He copied the information so he could show her. Once he got in his cruiser. Acheki headed to the old library. Along with Kara-Mae, this building survived the breakout. He arrived there early. He waited in his car to see how she would show up. What he knew of her exceeded the limitations he had placed on her. Akaisha was more than a meta human. She surpassed superhuman. Other species would herald her as a goddess.

Aiko threw the shirt which landed on Kalli’s side. Annoyed, Kalli took the shirt. “Sorry, can you get the white instead?” “Okay.” Aiko opened the bag with her other hand and alternately clicked on phone and checked the bag. Aiko was ambushed and was killed on the spot. “Arrrrrggggghhh.” “Aiko, can you fill the glass for me?” Aiko stared at the pitcher on his side table. Kalli can still move even with the IV attached to him. How come he keeps on bugging her?

“Carmine red. Blood red.” “Ooh… Rosey red?” Mika asked. Jai nodded at her. There was this high certainty in his heart that Alex might really be that red haired guy in the tournament. He didn’t know what it is, but he’s leaning into that strong feeling. Saburo hummed. “The only clan that has that kind of hair color is the Akamine, and there’s only one person with red apple hair.” Harris nodded. “She’s the one who works with Bukubukucha family in the northeast. Her name is Akane Akamine.”

Akam’s grin widened, and his fiery gaze locked on Marshall. Marshall’s face twisted in disbelief. “What the hell are you?” Akam took a step forward, each movement causing the room’s temperature to rise. “Someone you shouldn’t have messed with.” Marshall fired again, then again, but each shot was as useless as the first. Akam caught one shell mid-air and crushed it in his fist, the melted fragments hissing as they hit the floor. By the time Akam reached him, Marshall was visibly trembling. Akam grabbed the shotgun and twisted it, the metal screeching in protest before snapping in two.

She smiled. I made to smile back but an excruciating pain filled my body causing me to groan in pain. I looked down at my self and saw blood flowing out of my side. The bullet hit me instead. Makaila followed my eyes to my body and screamed when she saw the blood. I gave her a sad smile as I fell straight to my knee, my vision getting blurry. The last thing I heard was Makaila screaming my name before I feel into permanent darkness. **** Makaila's POV

All seemed well and soon the news died down when there was nothing with which to stir it back up. On one of the favourable days, Akamine Yuki continued with her plan. Since she had warned Sasuke and he refused to listen to her, then she was going to make sure she removed the stumbling block, Sakiko once and for all. At the back of one of the school's buildings, two figures could be spotted not very far from one of the plenty trees around, talking. As usual, Yuki was on wearing her black shades with her a different sweatshirt and hoodie on top her P.E wear. Standing right opposite her was none other than Kimura Mari.

As soon as Crimson blade finished her mission and jump-off out of the window. Aoi Akuma, who was standing on the branch of the tree, swiftly threw a dagger with attached folded paper on its holder. It penetrated precisely on bed’s wood frame just above Cederick, it almost got his head. Aoi Akuma terrifyingly smiles towards him before he jumps off following Crimson Blade.

"Don't worry. As long as I bring up the past every now and then, that fool will be completely wrapped around my finger. How could he possibly remember Giselle's sacrifices?" Maryanne suddenly snatched my phone from my hand and smashed it to the ground. The room fell into dead silence. "Ambrose, I don't know how she did it, but I never said anything like that. You have to believe me! I know what's going on—this is AI face-swapping! That bitch swapped my face onto someone else to turn you against me!" She clung to Ambrose's sleeve desperately, terror written all over her face. Ambrose's face was ashen as he pried her hands off him.

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

"What does that guy want?he left us to his green pasture then why is he back?" " I tell you men are a messed up set of jigsaw,but damn you were his friend"Si jie tease. "Please"Hope snort "He was our friend,turned out to be a jerk and we both threw him out of our lives" " Like jerks"Solemnly so jie you with her hair. " Like jerks" Hope repeated. Akira maeda an eighteen years old Japanese with deep toned skin, Alluring oval face,deep blue eyes matched with blonde hair.