Oga Tatsumi Novels & Stories

- Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer * * * * Ren Shibasaki didn’t turn around from his position before the gravestone of Tatsuya Fujiyama even when the sound of light crunch of gravel beneath shoes reached his ears. He merely stood there, eyeing the words engraved in the gravestone, with his hands stuffed in his pockets even when he knew Yuri and Tohya were both standing behind him. It was when Yuri sighed when he finally turned around. “I hope that we aren’t intruding,” she said apologetically.

Walking towards the bathroom to get myself ready. As I prepare myself, I'd like to introduce myself to you. My name is Patima Takahashi, a typical- you could say- rich girl but not a brat. I'm not spoiled like how the others are. Maybe my father is spoiling me but I am afraid of him. His attitude isn't the one I like really. But enough talking about him. The house in front of ours is from my friend, his name is Mark Jacob Watanabe or more known as MJ but because of some circumstances, we aren't able to contact each other.

Don Demetrius opened it and frowned when he read those names. "Is this an actor?" Don Demetrius asked, referring to Dreygur Davenford. One of the successful top male celebrities linked to Sumire. He is also a businessman and a lawyer. Mort's mother looked over the paper. "Oh, right. His name was mentioned in an interview when Sumire was being asked what is her status with that man." Lady Katyusha butted in, now she's curious more than ever. Since Mort brought Sumire to their manor, Lady Katyusha has watched all the interviews, shows, movies, ads, dramas and other activities of the maiden in the entertainment industry to get to know her better. She has a strong hunch that Sumire will become h

Aimi interrupted him, rendering him speechless. Tatsuya finally frowned, disliking the disharmony that would ruin the teamwork needed for upcoming events. "Ito-san, what do you plan to do about this?" Tatsuya chose to target Tadashi who he felt was the cause of it all. Tatsuya may not prioritize love matters for himself, but he wanted to protect and support Aimi in his way, thus showing a clear bias towards her.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

Making Takeshi sign in response. “See I will tell you everything about the basement and other stuff as we have a lot to talk about. First, why not he have our breakfast. I dont want it to end with the quarrel and you once again avoid eating” Takeshi smiles placing his hand upon Koishi’s only made him take his hand back the next second. “Okay” Koishi smiles as he avoids looking at Takeshi not noticing the sudden change of expression over his face. “Let's get started with it” Takeshi smiles looking down at his plate as Koishi first takes the cup of coffee recognizing his own cup which has his favourite anime character Gojo Saturo from Jujutsu Kaisen upon it.