Novelas y relatos de Muichiro

she said. Alex spat out another mouthful of blood. His body shook even more, and his face grew paler by the second. In fact, he could only stop himself from falling by kneeling on one side. He chuckled with difficulty. “You call this…fulfilling your promise? Indeed, nobody from Japan is trustworthy. You’re all scums.” “What?!” Maiko exclaimed angrily. She was a royal member of Gokudo Soshiki, and she held a position of great importance. How could she be called a scum?

Killarney, Ireland, 1840 Kian O'Braonain was the best friend anyone in the world could ever have. He could run as fast as lightening, climb like a cat, and hit a bird with a stone from twenty yards. While Aaron seldom had a chance to play with his friend now that he was older and had more responsibility, his Ma usually didn’t mind if he walked home with Kian after mass, and the boys would spend several hours running around the base of Torc Mountain, tossing stones in the lake, or running through the village scaring the chickens and the cows.

Alva As I stepped out of the ward for some privacy and space to think. I wondered if I was really going to do it. I swayed thinking about what the presence of Nikolas Sica had brought into the life of my late sister and I. It was impossible to imagine that I would need that monster's help ever again. I looked back at the door to the ward and knew I had no choice. Time was running out and Mr. Sica was the one thing that guaranteed that Samuel remained alive. The blood bank might not have a donor until tomorrow but the Sica enterprise was only a stone throw away from the hospital. Talk about cruel fate. Reluctantly, I searched for his contact. Well, not his. He had probably changed his private