Novelas y relatos de Muichiro

“We are leaving the meeting, everything went perfect, do you want to come with us to celebrate?” "Maybe next time, I'm a little busy" "Are you still mad at me?" "Enjoy" I couldn't help the grimace that formed on my face at his answer. Apparently, he was still upset with me, and with good reason. “Are we waiting for him or is he not coming?” I turned to see Eli, sitting on my right side. We were on our way to one of the most exclusive sushi restaurants in the city. We would celebrate that Adidas executives had loved the presentation.

************************************************* Warning: Alternative POVs ************************************************* 1-04-2113 (11:00 pm Kyoto: Original City, Japan) ************************************************* Isuzu Kai-Mikumi hated Japan. Well no, she hated her home, not so much the country. The country had never wronged her. As far as she was aware, she’d lived a relatively blessed life, good friends, and a good neighborhood. She was treated relatively well, and on certain days she had the love of a man; biologically her father.

’t present in the city for a long time. There were new people I don’t know the name of and new hobbies of people I didn’t knew about. “I’m sorry little guy.” And I sighed thinking about what to say next. “What’s your name again?” I asked holding his tiny shoulder and he sniffed for a second before he gave me a handshake. “I’m Soichi.” I froze for a moment to hear his name which sounds like a Japanese one. “So, you’re a Japanese kid huh. I know someone——” before I could continue my sentence, Mike came to my back and tapped my shoulder. “uhhm. . . Strawberry? A—are you——okay??” he said and I blinked my eyes and realize I was standing in a position where he left me but I was talking to the air

Michael said before they both left. When he realized they had left, he dipped a hand into her bag and brought out the document that had changed her mood within seconds. He brought out a resume of someone named ‘’Ichabod Nuel.”’ He frowned, that was the strangest name he had ever heard. What could she be hiring for anyway? He thought to himself but he put the document back. It was probably nothing, he thought **.

Hence, without waiting for Charlie and Claire to speak, he bowed his head at them respectfully, "Pleased to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Wade!" Although Charlie wasn't keen on mingling, he still thought it best not to offend someone who was being so polite, so he shook hands and exchanged a few pleasantries. Miki was definitely horrified when Mitsui Group's Number Two was so polite to Charlie, especially since she had clearly mocked Charlie and his wife. That was when an elderly man approached the group with a broad smile. He was Sachiko and Miki's grandfather, Sasaki Taro, the head of the Sasaki family and a relative of the Mitsui Group. His sister had married into the Mitsui family, and thanks t

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.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Katherine: The Volkov pack smelled like rot dressed in pride. Old blood. Old power. A place that had once mattered. I walked through their hall unchallenged, my scent carefully muted, my presence understated enough to be mistaken for diplomacy instead of threat. The Alpha met me halfway, tall, broad, already uneasy. Alpha Mikhail Volkov. I let my gaze sweep the chamber slowly, deliberately, before offering a faint smile. Not warm. I learned the hard way to never give them the chance to think that they can overlap me.

He was never fit to run a pack. I arrived at the tombs. At first they appeared uninhabited, but once you understood the layouts of the maze like crypts, you realize that you could weave through them easily. A fire lit torch burned brightly at the entrance, and I took it making my way through the tomb. "Nikolai Rydor," an attendant's voice bounced off the walls of the tomb. "We've been expecting you." I nodded, going after her. And soon we came up upon the elders gathering.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”