Motonari Mori Novels & Stories

We snapped our heads to him, but my brother had already disappeared. “Fuck!!” Cassius grunted in frustration. “That Mac contains very important information. If Devitos get their hands on it, it’ll surely destroy us.” “Mr. Cassius Spraggins.” A deep and dangerous voice said. We turned to the man in the suit; he was already watching us. He had a gray beard and gray hair. His skin was tanned and tight, but he looked to be in his fifties. He was old, but it didn’t make him look weaker. He looked dangerous.

The sound of clicking could be heard in the background. Behind the brown mahogany desk sat a man typing furiously on the desktop. The man is Alexandro De Marco. An important and very well known businessman in the business world. The owner of De Marco incorporated. He is handsome, smart, cunning, cold, calculating and sexy as hell. He is known to be a Devil in the world, in short he is a force to reckon with. Women throw themselves at his feet and wish to be by his side and men want to be him. But he's cold demeanor would make you run for the hills.

I grumbled, clearly having a death wish. Except, the man chuckled and I could bet my life savings that the alcohol was to blame because Eddie looked just as flabbergasted as I felt. "Yes, how very cliched but a fickle thing like fucking with the one and only Gunnar Astor, the man who considers himself untouchable, is also the good motive," Mickey rounded his desk, giving me a full-body image of him. He wore a Slate Gray button-down that was open around the chest and had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Inky black slacks hugged his toned legs, "the figlio di puttana will be pissed that his woman came running to me in the end. He'll be pissed that I won and that he lost. He's always hated

They then, like the 'prentices of Old Melton, played a considerable part in the society of the great cities, and that man was lucky, were he gentle Samurai or simple wardsman, who could claim the Father of the Otokodate for his friend. Chôbei of Bandzuin was the chief of the Otokodate of Gim. He was originally called Itarô, and was the son of a certain Rônin who lived in the country. One day, when he was only ten years of age, he went out with a playfellow to bathe in the river; and as the two were playing they quarreled over their game, and Itarô, seizing the other boy, threw him into the river and drowned him.

Tucked inside was a small Post-it: [Database Password: SK19980521] (President Kanzaki’s death date.) Takuto stared at the login screen. “He’s been carrying that guilt for over two decades…” A soft rustling dragged his attention away. Daifuku nudged the morning newspaper toward him with a paw. The society section headline read: Renowned Educator Morita Announces Retirement, Donates Millions to Anti-Bullying Foundation In the photo, Morita stood with shoulders squared at a podium.

Harvey instantly figured out his identity at that moment. He was the spokesperson of the Toyotomi family, one of the four great families of the Island Nations—Naruse!

Ayla said as she smiled at me until the door shut before her. "My dear goddess, please step forward and receive the blessing of Gunnar, the god of war," Adler said as he lowered his head down to me while pointing to the center of the pool. I went down to the pool and went to the center, despite being confused, and the water suddenly rose and made a humanlike form before transforming into a person with black wavy hair, tanned skin, and ruby-like eyes wearing white armor with the insignia of a Winged White Lion. "Welcome back, Your Highness, goddess of the sun and the only heir to the throne of Nirvana. I am Gunnar, the god of war," the Immortal mumbled.

The two men raised their heads but they remained kneeling on the floor. "I am Ashikaga Yoshiaki, my brother was the 13th shogun. This is my bodyguard, Akechi Mitsuhide. We come here to seek assistance. My brother has been killed and I want to find his killers and avenge him. However, I am powerless of my own." He said. I looked at Nobunaga, waiting for him to say something.

VAMPIRE CLAN HIDEOUT LUCAS In a large long room, a man is standing behind the window, both hands slipped into the pockets of the black pants he wore. He is 6’2 tall, chiseled hard face. His name is Lucas, the leader of the vampire clan. A century old but still very handsome. A lady vampire leapt up behind him, almost in a sneaky manner. Her fangs shot out and her eyes changed colors but as she made to lean in towards Lucas, he dodged to his right, swiftly turned and caught her by her neck.

She said. Morihiko is a bit hesitant. "I am the third master of the Morinaga family. My oldest brother is the heir and my second brother has talent. I have none. I want to study martial arts and have my own school but I do not have talent as I create my own techniques. I failed and I lost the tournament every time. If I win, I can rebuild my dojo." "You said that you failed every year. Even if you do win the tournament, chances are that it would close again." Cai Kang said.