Motonari Mori Novels & Stories

And now I was supposed to marry into that? The Morunaga dynasty didn’t just reek of power—it bled fear. At the top sat Gojou Morunaga, the patriarch, whose last genuine smile probably happened before the moon landing. Sharp eyes, a permanent scowl, and a presence that screamed, I don’t need to raise my voice to end you. Then came the sons. The youngest, Nitta, was their PR disaster—always in the tabloids, always escaping convictions. Fukui, the middle son, was quieter but no less dangerous, with an unnerving ability to disappear from public view entirely.

“Why not? You already know one Stork technique, don’t you? Speaking of which, you still haven’t told me who your sensei was who taught you everything you know.” “I didn’t think you knew him as he doesn’t really call attention to himself. He’s more the silent-I’ll-whack-you-on-the-head-if-you-can’t-do-it-right type.” “Oh, I’ve known many senseis like that, believe me.” “All right, let’s see… He’s a wandering monk, like I already told you, and… he’s very mysterious. People simply called him Koumori-san (Mr. Bat) on account of his being blind.” “He’s blind?!”

"Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!" Lei Tianrui and the others jittered. They had done enough research to know more about their enemy. Yamamoto Kusakara was one of them. He was not on the top list of the powerhouses in Japan, but he had already reached the third level of Covert Power.

Only an old man stood alone at the door, holding a long knife, as if he were asleep. However, his body was akin to a statue, possessing a super baleful aura that caused others to not dare to approach. 'Who is this guy?' Yang Xiao thought, stunned. He had racked his brains, but couldn't think of any clues. "This person is the martial arts teacher of King of Japan. He is the living legend of Japan, the senior brother of Katou Wudo, and the most respected person of King of Japan. He is an existence that is powerful enough to be ranked on the Presidential Mountain in the history of the Japanese martial arts world. He is known as the Guardian God of Japan, Yamamoto." Aunt Lin obviously knew the b

“Tell me who you are exactly… Please…” “I am Colum Toiba, the son of the late minister Toiba.” Morrigan’s lips quivered as her knees turned to jelly. Her body crashed on the cold marble floor of the ballroom, but the sword of the man in front of her never left her neck. “You are Colum Toiba…” She said in an almost hushed voice, she started to shake her head frantically as tears streamed down her face non-stop. Colfre looked at the guards in front of him. “Dismiss everyone in the room, the celebration is over.” He said with a roaring authoritative voice. The guards started to push the crowd out of the large double doors. But Morrigan remained there, slumped on the floor, muttering things unde

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.