Mio Akiyama Novels & Stories

The hoop… had definitely been raised by at least 30 centimeters. “YAMADA MIUUUUU!” Takuto roared, waving the honey-soaked rope like a battle flag. “You called~?” Miu peeked out from a huddle of girls, crumbs of honey bread at the corner of her lips. “CEO~ You should know… the working world is cruel~” Takuto retreated to the equipment shed, chalk in hand, drawing a battle strategy map on the floor. “Knowns: Miu has past-life memory She knows all my athletic habits

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

The Samurai" Nakamura, a highly skilled martial artist hailing from Japan. She has trained extensively in karate and muay thai, and is known for her lightning-fast kicks and powerful punches. Yuka is also a master of grappling techniques, and can quickly take her opponents down to the mat. In the opposite corner stood Maria "The Beast" Rodriguez, a fierce competitor from Brazil. Maria is a black belt in Brazilian jiu-jitsu, and is known for her incredible ground game. She is also a skilled striker, and can deliver devastating blows with both her fists and feet. Maria is famous for her never-say-die attitude, and is always looking for an opportunity to finish her opponents.

“Alpha Kilhan, this is much bigger than we thought. We are dealing with a great enemy here. For him to have gotten this report concealed, then he is a man of power and influence, greater than we imagined.” “I don’t care if he’s a god! I’ll find him and I’ll kill him.” I uttered with gritted teeth. “The first record, have you found out who owned the account?” I further asked, raising my head to look at him. “Yes, the account had the name Tima Maria. The money was withdrawn immediately the account was credited, and I also found out it was the first and last money to get into this account. It was closed immediately after the withdrawal.” “And did you find this Tima Maria?” I further inquired an

Ugh. “I’ll just buy some candies,” Miya announced. “Imagine how we’re just a microspeckle in this universe yet we deal with so much pain.” Aiko didn’t know how to respond to that, instead she pulled him towards her. “Goo, the guy you were talking to last night, didn’t you say he’s your basketball teammate in your previous school?” Goo followed her gaze. “Oh, yeah, that’s Kalli. Why? You like him?” He teased.

she informed. Drake stood up from his seat beside his stray. “What do you mean it is fake?” he questioned. Millie bit her lower lip, finding a good answer. “I-It’s. . . it’s not the antidote, alpha. The poison on Emily’s body was deadly and rare to find for its antidote.” She answered, looking down at the ground. “I... I think we should start to find the lotus flower and the neem plants at Mount Doqu, alpha.” Millie said, her lips trembling.

If only her husband would give her this one chance, who knows what would happen? “You must have mud in your ears,” A voice said. Ejima turned her attention to the woman standing some paces away from her. She was dark-skinned and stood closer to the ground, using a dried cedar branch as a walking stick. Her name was Adaku, one of the village midwives. “Good afternoon…I mean…good evening, ma.” Ejima fumbled with words but hoped to keep her face stern. The crease on the older woman’s face deepened.

“His name is Akiyama Tatsuki.” I nod, looking at the old man’s face. “But why must we go to his room? Are we going to steal something?” “We need to replace some documents he has with these ones.” he points to a file placed on the bed. “Who’s this man? Is he some mafia boss or something?” I ask. “No, he works in Akiyama Enterprise, a famous Japanese technology company his older brother Kaito owned.” “Owned?” I raise an eyebrow. “Is he dead?”

Owner: Aka Nishinzu’ … My name… … And… that date… … Everything… Just from that luggage tag and suitcase, my brain suddenly started to unlock things that I had forgotten, about me, and everyone else. I remembered everything. … … … … My name is Aka Nishinzu. I was born and grown inside the confines of my house, as my parents were too overprotective to send me off on my own until I got my ultimate talent. I was the Ultimate Literary Prodigy, as literature and studying texts interested me more than anything else in my homeschooled years. So once I had honed into that skill, after a few more years, my parents took me to apply for my talent. That’s when I met Mia.

I tried to summarize Akio. Mom frowned, her brow furrowed in thought. “Is this girl American?” she asked. I rolled my eyes. I know my mom isn’t fond of the idea of being getting involved with American women. She still hasn’t fully let go of what the country did to her, my dad, and other citizens that are of Japanese descent during the war. “No, mom. She's Japanese. Akio Yoshida.” I answer, smiling just thinking about her.