Motonari Mori Novels & Stories

At that time, when Makoto was exchanging favors with Senator Joseph Tezuka Valentin Junji, being called only Joseph Junji, he adopted a different name throughout the ages, he appeared to be a cross between Germans and Japanese. That's how he was now, in present times, he was a wealthy American senator and that called Makoto Delphos towards his mansion in his residence, when he sat there with that gray black hair of 50 years old, he was tall, big and muscular to a senator. - So, you finally accepted my invitation? – The man was sitting cross legged in front of him, with his red eyes and his white hair, with the appearance of a 60 year old man, even though he was over 2 thousand years old, he

"He forgot what they were meant to be." "Mordecai believed strength gave him the right to rule over everyone," the thin man said bitterly. "He led raids. Killed entire packs that refused to kneel." "And no one could stop him?" I asked, my voice tight with horror. The old man shook his head sadly. "Not while he bore the blessing of the Goddess. He was too powerful. Too clever. And the Moon Hounds Pack followed him, even as he dragged them into darkness." A heavy silence settled over us, thick as smoke.

" My heartbeats have now gone crazier. Each question makes my heart pound louder in my ears that I no longer hear my voice. "It's taken care of, long before Mr. Mori's entry." I pull up a deep breath, exhaling it slowly to calm down my nerves. "Remember, Miss Sahara, Mr. Mori works for the Yamaguchi-Gumi group, known as the Yakuza."

VICTORIA I kept staring a second longer until a folder was placed on my lap. “Read through the agreements so you know if everything’s okay,” Mr. Dante whispered, and I snapped out of it, realizing the meeting had already started. From our side, in the dark, I watched the signs on the screen while the interpreter relayed them to Lorenzo. He said he apologized for not attending. “I wasn’t expecting you. I was expecting your father. Patriarch Dmitri Brona is the one I’ve always made deals with,” Lorenzo shot back without a shred of respect.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Nya hoped someday she would have a curvy figure with large breasts, but for now, she used her tiny frame to her advantage and folded herself into the shadows, trying to calm her thundering heart before her hiding spot was given away. He would be by soon; she just knew it. Gavin Cross was a talented hunter, as was his father before him. Someday, Gavin would be a fierce warrior, too, just like his father, Xaver. Though King Zar refused to appoint Xaver to a post higher than King’s Commander for reasons Nya didn’t understand, everyone knew that Xaver was the best warrior in the army and had more kills than anyone else, even King’s General Rok Phin.

Samnom proved to be a capable fighter and quickly began to acquire fame as he went undefeated in all of his fights in the auditorium as well. One person managed to get inside Samnom’s guard and try as he might he could not resist becoming friends with Mota. Mota was a slim man who had been sent to the auditorium shortly before Samnom. He was not very tall and did not appear to be very strong. He was agile though and quick and it was this that kept him alive as well as his wits. He had been a study of human behavior and had proclaimed himself a healer, without being a qualified healer’s apprentice first.

Luna Katerina read the paper a few times before glaring at her mother who looked down at her feet “who left this?” “He gave me the choice years ago, and I chose to leave, pretending that you died…” “I asked a bloody question” Luna Katerina asked, growing protective. “His name is Domenico Mancini, the last of the Lycan elders” Alpha Anthony said, sensing the tension in the air “and he wants you dead, Katerina…”

his words were cut off by Nat shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth. "Adam talks way too much sometimes," she said with a sympathetic shake of her head. "It's okay. Higan is also pretty blunt," I said. "It's called being honest," Higan corrected as he walked into the room and sat next to me. "I walk away for a moment and you are ready to slander me." I tensed when he rested his hand a little too high on my thigh, the balls of his fingers dipped into my inner thigh. I looked at the couple in front of me. They were talking about something and did not pay us any mind so, I relaxed a little.

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.