Motonari Mori Novels & Stories

He says and I smile, nodding at him. Morgan. We eat almost everything and by the time Reece drops me back home, I'm as stuffed as a pig.

He asked, grinning from ear to ear. From the second floor of the auction hall, a white-haired man masked in black hoisted the placard. The male auctioneer, who is Narco looked up to their place. With his golden eyes beneath the mask, Sumire fails to recognize him. Narco immediately noticed the giant hunk in his black half-mask man looking at the maiden from below, both legs crossed while sitting in a kingly posture in the spacious area. Mort sat in the place with no one occupying the seat near them. He sits there like a tyrant king that no one would dare to defy. When Mort tapped his index finger on the handrest of his chair, Narco immediately understood what he hint.