Miyamoto Issa Novels & Stories

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.

We’ll have enough time to set our defenses once we get to Kiyosu Castle. “Are you ready, my lady?” Hideyoshi asked me. I nodded and he helped me up my horse. Now that I think about it, Hideyoshi isn’t Hideyoshi yet. His name is Kinoshita Tōkichirō. I also remember that this war will be a big turning point for him. I hope everything will go according to plan.

Spiritually, I live with two miniature CEOs and one large Latin family that thinks sugar is a vitamin. “MAXIME!” Issa’s voice rang out. Okay. I looked up. Issa was standing in front of the big mirror, one little hand pressed to a butterfly-shaped hair clip. It was snapped on one side. Max stood two steps behind her, trying very hard to look innocent. Total failure. “He broke my butterfly,” Issa said, her voice shaking. “This was my favorite personality.” “How can a clip have a personality?” Max said. Issa spun around so fast her lemon-yellow dress swirled with her. “Everything has personality!”