Miyamoto Issa Novels & Stories

"We should celebrate Raine's arrival!" "But I still don't have much food!" "Don't worry! Mommy and Daddy gave me some money so that we can order food!" Shaira added. "Can I have some mushroom flavored pizza with hot sauce?" Lani asked. "Of course," Shaira replied. "How about you two?" "As usual," Zane spoke. "A hot drink made out of pure theobroma cacao or a hot camellia sinensis," Raine replied. "Speak English... Please," Shaira said.

I have to save …. “The Alpha has done it again.” I felt a tingle as something touched my thigh. I motioned towards my thigh, wondering what it could be to be able to have such soft skin like a human hand. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I spotted Jimmy’s head next to me. “Any member of the Moon Hound Pack is an enemy even if he/she is as weak as a scout. The assassin who learned the art of Tai might still be among us for all I know, thanks to General Kyle.” Ryu’s voice deepened.

Not many of them had the ability to do what he did. “Those things will kill you.” Ieyasu said. “I am a demon, Ieyasu, not a human.” Mitsuhide said more concentrated on the smoke than the other being in the room. He was making a design he hoped she would see. Something to let her know he was there and was thinking about her.

“You had wolfsbane, didn’t you?” My head snapped towards him. Isaac averted his gaze from the woman. The woman frowned before her eyes cut to my form. “Ah, Luna Kathryn. I am Felice. I apologize for my manners, but this one,” he pointed at my mate, “has been giving me troubles ever since he turned 21.” “Felice,” Isaac protested with a grunt.

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.

"I'm offering you the kindness you brats don't deserve! At least be grateful!" "Fine! Hurry up and eat, dead eyes!" |...| The world is... finish! Its days are numbered, and Ishigami's reign will begin! "Miles! What are you spacing out for?" "Uhh... Ishigami, what the fuck is that?" "A teleporter I built!" "And how the fuck did you do that?" "Shiatsu is a master of merchandise! He knows the ins and outs of every product in Midway! He got me some scrap material from his parent's junkyard!"

a male voice said from outside the room Everyone turned to see Yamato walking into the room. He looked like he had been working nonstop and was completely out of energy. "We have Yen" he said "We have Rosewell" "We have Fubuki" "We have Kojiro" "We have Inumaki" "We have me" "We have Mina and her two new friends" "We have an entire city of people" "And most importantly...." "We have you" "If we can properly utilize what we have, I see victory in our favor" he said

In the banquet hall, There are many generals in Shengjun, and they all recognize Ishihara, and they can't help but feel surprised. Robert glanced at Ishihara, did not extend his hand to shake his hand, and asked, "Why did Ambassador Ishihara come here?", of course, I have to come here. I just arrived from Tokyo, and I came a little late, so please forgive me, Major Commander." Ishihara Katsuhira was embarrassed and was about to withdraw his hand. However, Robert touched his hand at this time, and the expression on his face was a smile but not a smile.

CASSANDRA POV 1 YEAR LATER. "Why can't you send someone else?" I questioned my boss Mateo holding the phone up my ear. "Because you're the best assassin we have to kill this motherfucker, who has been causing trouble for us," Mateo said. "I don't give a fuck how you kill him, seduce him, shoot him in the dick, do what you have to get him" "Fine, so what's the guy's name, and what does he look like," I asked.

Amaris “Ugh,” I groan as I land on the dark gray mat covering the floor of the gym within the training grounds. “Come on, Princess,” Zach goads, knowing that I absolutely hate that nickname. “If you can’t stay on your feet while fighting me, how do you plan to take on our enemies, or any other threat?” “Fuck you!” I snarl as I flip, landing back on my feet and immediately charging him, launching into a roundhouse kick, barely holding back a laugh as he drops to the floor with a groan of his own.