Nura Rikuo Novels & Stories

The figure paused, seemingly aware that something was off, glancing around suspiciously. “That’s our window,” Juno whispered. “Rico, go. Aria, stay on the flank and be ready for anything.” He nodded, and in a blink, he had closed the distance, moving with lethal precision. The mole froze, realizing too late that they had been seen. I held my breath as Rico grabbed them from behind, swift and unyielding. There was a muffled struggle, a flash of desperation in the figure’s movements but Rico’s grip was iron.

But then again, I was wrong most times. He sat down on my chair and then pulled me by my waist so that I was sitting on his lap. “ What have you been up to, Giulio? “ Nikolai asked one rank member. I noticed how he froze and looked at Nikolai fearfully. “ T-The w-work assigned to me, “ he stuttered out. Nikolai chucked at his reaction and held on to my waist tighter. He was a man who thrived on the fear he inflicted on other people. Everyone was scared of him, even me. My heart was beating rapidly against my chest.

"Just like how Ryuho is using Nori" "Exactly" Yasu nodded. "That's why he told us that he needs him. It's not as if he wants to do it or he enjoys it. It's just as he said. He simply needs Nori. Not to love him or fill the void that Aito left but to just cope with Aito's death. Having Nori look like Aito and keeping him by his side makes him feel at ease and keeps all bad thoughts at bay. Tell me, Tobio, does Ryuho behave differently when he's not with Nori?"

Ryu explained, but it only led to more questions. "What do you mean? What do you mean being raised to be brutal?" Kyoko couldn’t imagine the situation Ryu was describing. "Let me explain," Yui interrupted, glaring at Ryu. He started the explanation from the middle. "Do you know about Hayato?" Yui asked. "Yes, Akiko’s father. The first son of Masaki Tanaka—Nidaime," Kyoko replied, sharing her knowledge.

He screamed in pain, clutching his nuts as he dropped to his knees. I roughly grabbed his hair immediately. “Maybe you do not take orders from women, but I am not just any woman, you dimwit. I am Riena Kurobane, daughter of Oyabun Takeshi Kurobane; the Black Raven of Osaka! And the next time you speak to me in such a disrespectful tone, I won't just break your nuts, I will have them to go. Do you understand that?” “Yes, I… I understand,” he replied in panic, his eyes filled with fear.

In the private room of Food and Medicine Hall, Pisces walked inside with a stack of documents. He moved a chair over, got himself a glass of water, and kept drinking it. “Commander, I’ve got the information about Ryosuke.” Pisces shook the documents in his hand. “What is it?” Thomas looked calmer. Ahem. The first thing I want to say is that he was really not a normal person. He was a ninja from East Ocean, the young master of Koka!

It sounds painful, and looks as bad as it sounds. “Take it easy; you’re mostly healed on the outside…not so much on the inside”. She hands him the glass of water. He doesn’t take it. He just stares at it without acknowledging it. “Why are you keeping me alive?”. “Keeping you alive?…I’m not keeping you alive, Sorahiko. I’m just trying to help you”. Riko doesn’t like how emotionless he sounds. And she especially dislikes that empty look in his eyes. “Aronohai Miyamura wants me dead…”. He scoffs, but it comes out as a hoarse-sounding cough. “Why would you help me knowing that?”.

Rena was two years younger than Serra but she act older than fourteen. Serra sat at her stone bed and was looking at the others in the different areas of the dome. Mira sat on the far end of the corner, near the water reservoir, the water flowing thoroughly in the stone wall. She was growing corns for their lunch and Rena was behind her, preparing fire. Niko was at the other corner. He laid in the ground, topless, and Serra could see his perfectly formed abdominal muscles that lined up on his stomach, looking solid and hard. His right arm was lifted upward, twitching, and rocks floats above him like planets encircling the sun. And Niko was there at the center doing his thing. He was naked no

Roy stood next to a tiny vending machine in the corner, trying out a strawberry flavour this time. Tanaka remained silent, arms folded, eyes locked on his gear. “No info on Ringo,” Brock muttered. “New entry. No videos, no stats, no aliases. Either he sucks... or he's a ghost.” “Or he has a sleeper build,” Kieran added. “Maybe he’s one of those freaks who trained in a forest until now.” Roy glanced at Tanaka. “Are you nervous?” Tanaka shook his head slowly. His jaw, though, was tight. “Not really. Weirdly… I feel kind of good.”

I am Catholic, not a good one, but still, I was baptized. Ryōta looked like he was about to have an aneurysm or something. Hibiki was coughing so as not to laugh. Riko was sighing next to me, shaking her head. Yūri was the only one outright laughing. I really like that woman. If I wasn’t head over heels for Riko and if I was a gerontophilia, I’d be all about Yūri.