Mr Aizawa Novels & Stories

Even a year later his effect on him remained the same. “It’s so good to see you!” His sexy demeanor hadn’t changed either. Searching for something to say other than “You look good,” my gaze found Zen, who silently watched the exchange. “Ian, this is Mr. Zen Kirishima. He’s Yoshiyuki Hatori’s business partner.” “You’re Japanese?” he asked with genuine curiosity. Then he began greeting him in Nihongo. Kaz stood up and took his hand. He murmured something about speaking the language beautifully and he giggled. Before I could feel jealousy at having another man touch him, I noticed the large diamond on his finger. Immediate hurt smacked me upside the head.

She couldn't wait any longer and wanted to ask Raia. Aki finished answering the papers and intentionally put the wrong answers on her answer sheet so that she wouldn't pass the exam. After she finished, Aki raised her head to look at Raia again but was interrupted by Mr. Gojo's appearance. Mr. Gojo's face was too close to Aki's face, and he was grinning in a creepy way.

Kawamura, the president of Haruki Group, who was a round older than Colin but very meticulous. Eranthe walked with several other female secretaries, and nothing seemed strange. Moreover, Mr. Kawamura was not the type to overly flatter others in any situation. He acted appropriately, treating Eranthe just as a colleague. Even when seating, he would casually give up the position closest to Colin for Eranthe. Besides understanding their broken English, Eranthe had also studied Japanese business language in college. Additionally, she occasionally encountered international guests at the hotel where she worked. She could manage basic conversations in various languages but found it challenging when

"I understand" "No hard feelings?" Ryu asked and Aito shook his head. "None at all" Ryu smiled and extended his hand. "My name is Igarashi Ryuho. But please, call me Ryu" Ryu... It was as if that name triggered something and Aito's sight suddenly went white. He saw himself standing in what looked like a closet. A janitor's closet to be exact. He had his arms looped around a person's neck. A man's neck. He could tell from the feel of it. He pressed his body closer to the man and whispered, 'Ryu'

I slowly went inside my apartment and in an instant, I fell on my bedsheet cover and fell asleep because I felt so tired. “Choose your side!” “I have to leave” “Please, don’t go” “Wake up, son” “Isaac” I woke up because of the dreams and the voices that whispered in my head. I remember now. He is Uzmael. The one who owns the white smoke and he is the one who wants to conquer God’s throne. He has a big ambition to rule the human and the spiritual world. I tried to recall his face but I couldn't remember even though I saw his face. It keeps on deleting in my memory. I tried to go back to sleep but I can’t sleep anymore. The sun is set high in the sky and it is already morning. Everybody is bu

His head kind of reminded me of a mushroom growing in every wrong way possible. I pointed at the fiery guy. "Who is this sassy jackass?" The guy's eye twitched with annoyance. "I beg your pardon." Hanako spoke up"This'sassy brat' you say is Takeo Tachibana. "You didn't need to agree with him on the sassy part!" Takeo said. Hanako ignored him and continued, "And the one next to him is the super genius in this class, no, the entire school itself, Izumi Harutora."

However, the two of us were taken aback upon seeing a dashing figure pass by us. It was Ari. I instinctively shoved the tonic I was holding at Lowell to follow Ari, but she was too fast. Lowell managed to catch up to me, being agile since he is a wolf. We followed Ari, trying to call her name. She didn't look back and went straight to the hall. We saw how Macan tried to keep tackling everyone, including Ari, before he started to vomit blood after eating the flower that Tora was holding. I was stunned because my chest hurt due to Ari's unstable emotions.

There are no other alphas here, meaning that this is the best and only time to ask Sorahiko as many questions as he can. “Ah, sorry about that”. Aito grins sheepishly as he pours and hands Sorahiko a glass of water. The omega accepts it with thanks. “I shouldn’t have asked you like that, my bad”. Aito apologizes again, looking somewhat embarrassed. “You are Miyamura’s only secretary, right?”. “Uh…yes sir, I am”. Sorahiko sips from his glass of water. “You don’t need to call me that”. Aito fiddles around with his chopsticks— this nervous tic does not go unnoticed by anyone. “If you don’t want to call me Aito, then you don’t have to call me anything at all”.

I want to show you the game from another perspective. Talia (online) — I didn’t need any of that, really. Mr. X (online) — Talia, just relax, okay? Turn off the automatic mode of your avatar and forget everything around you. Just read my words and do what I tell you. I do what he asked, turn off the automatic and relax facing the dialogue screen. Mr. X is typing… ***

Maybe we could start all over again. “It seems you're interested in it. That's fine then. I'll give my reply to Mr. Isogawa” he said. “Mr. Isogawa??” I blinked, the name sounded familiar. “The CEO of the Armitage company” he explained. I remembered now. I had spoken to him on phone while I was still working as a secretary in Daniel's company. The Japanese man was fun to talk to and even while he made business calls mostly, he still had a way of making teasing comments.