Muichiro Icon Novels & Stories

The young man, Miyamoto said sternly. "What? Miyamoto Ichiro?" Hearing this, Tang Muxue and Lan Weiwei exclaimed in unison. "Muxue, what's wrong?" Yang Xiao asked in surprise. Tang Muxue's face was very ugly. She said, " Miyamoto Ichiro is Miyamoto Shizukumo's biological son, while Miyamoto Shizukumo is the largest external company in the Central Plains!" "Oh? Is there such a thing?" Yang Xiao was very surprised. Yang Xiao had known about the Miyamoto family before.

Michio and Michiru exchanged glances before looking away. “It’s…nothing,” said Michiru, refusing to look at his younger siblings. “I’ll be going out. Don’t wait up for me.” And without even waiting to hear his younger sister’s reply, he walked towards the front door and opened it before walking out, slamming the door shut behind him. Miki could only stare. What was that all about? [1] -chan: A form of suffix used to address someone familiar or younger than you in Japan, usually a female

One more inch, and Michi might genuinely have hurled a five-hundred-page music history textbook straight at his face. The eight o'clock sunlight that usually made the campus corridor feel warm and unhurried had, without warning, turned into the coldest battlefield on earth. Michi stood with perfect posture as always—clean cream cardigan, gray knee-length midi skirt, black hair pinned into a bun without a single flyaway. On the outside, she was the picture of a graceful model student. Inside her head? Alarm bells were shrieking without pause.

But I was no fool, I knew that this expression was not one that came with happiness or grace. “Come closer,” Luna Isobel said. “I didn’t call for you to stand like a statue.” I did, holding my breath for one second before I forced myself to be composed. Her eyes dropped immediately, to my collarbone, my neck, where the marks Marcel had left were impossible to miss. She stared for a second longer than necessary, lips thinning. I wanted to cover them, but Marcel wouldn’t allow it… I believed that it was his own way of showing the claim he was having over me.