Romans & histoires Momo Yaoyorozu

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

Damn, that was embarrassing. “What do you want to eat Luna,” I asked as she got inside the restaurant. “Chicken Momo,” She said cheerfully. I order two plates of chicken momo as we sat in the table. As soon as the waiter brought us our food, Luna started attacking the momo like a hungry wolf. She moaned and shouted, “I love it”. Suddenly I wanted to hear her moan and say she loved it but when we are doing something else. I quickly started eating to distract myself from thinking unholy things.

Carson was making something in bowl while Ally and Tori scavenged around the kitchen like vultures. Carson ushers them away half smiling as they giggle and slither away only to come back a second later. Miki's head was resting her arms on her arm which were folded onto the counter top. Ally suddenly spins around, a grin spread across her face. "Hayo!" she sings bubbly. "Hey..." I say frowning at her happiness. Only and Ally and Tori could always be this happy all the time.

It then speaks to her in some ancient language. "I AM BACK MY LOVE.MY LOVE AKKUSA". The mummy then puts his hand on her face and leans forward to kiss her. But she regains herself and push him off. She then takes time to let her mind to be processed and comes back in reality. "Whoa whoa man .I am not your LOVE and i don't even know WHO YOU are rather than THE MUMMY TITTLE. So please let me go and i promise I will make it a blind eye.please?"

her body and voice were shaking. Mizu hugged Yuri's corpse tightly, "N-no, no, no no! Wake up… wake up! Ma. P-please… d-don't leave me too… Mom already died, I don't want to lose you too. Please… we still have dinner together right? Ma, *sniff, y-you just healed from your injury, we still have the plan to do gardening together, ain't we?…" caressing tenderly her face while removing the hair strands on it and kissed gently her forehead, crying. Mizu then holds her Father's hand, "Pa! Oy, stop joking around!… speak! This isn't time from your corny joke." *sniff

I was laying stomach flat on the King sized bed while Haruto was sitting at the edge. "Who's Momo?" I asked, while scrolling through Ryu's I*******m pictures and taking a screenshot of each one. He is just so hot. I'm basically stalking but who cares. I'm still angry with him for saying mean things to me and choosing Dai but my heart still wants him too. I know I'm gonna see him tonight.

"I'm so sorry, Victoria. They didn't make it. Shortly after you left a Soul Eater broken in and attacked them all. It was like a shark feeding frenzy. They didn't stand a chance." My heart shattered and I breathlessly pleaded with her to tell me she was joking. That this was some sick, sick joke she was playing. But the sorrow in her eyes told me exactly what I didn't want to hear. My knees gave out and I fell to the floor as the faces of every person in the building flashed through my head.

Takuto Kimura stood nervously at the door of his grandmother’s house, adjusting the red Tang suit his mom had picked out for him. He looked less like a well-dressed young boy and more like a walking WANGZAI milk candy. The vibrant red fabric clung to him as if it were trying to suffocate him with festive cheer. He could practically feel the judgment of his cousins already. As he took a deep breath, it wasn’t to prepare for family bonding but to brace himself for what he knew would be a battle—his cousin was an all-around child prodigy, and Takuto had no intention of being outperformed today.

For all I know, he’s probably fattening me up for the slaughter. Yes, I am paranoid. So what? “Why would I hate you, sir?”. Miyamura opens his mouth to speak— but then gets cut off. “As much as I am very interested in whatever this is…”. Aronohai Misa walks in, followed by Eiji, Riko, and— Is that Yukimura Aito? Yukimura Aito? As in the older brother to that crazy female, Yukimura Rei?. To think that if I didn’t search him up then, I would have been stumped right now.

Rain drummed softly against the windows of the Moonspire’s east wing, where young Ariya stood barefoot, the cold stone seeping into her toes as she held her stance, fists raised, eyes fixed on the woman in front of her. “Again,” her mother said, her voice calm, almost gentle, but her eyes sharp as moonlight. Ariya sucked in a breath and attacked. Her mother stepped aside, catching her wrist with practiced ease, flipping her over her hip and onto the padded mat with a thud. The impact knocked the wind from Ariya’s lungs, but she clenched her jaw, rolled to her feet, and faced her mother again.