Oikawa Hot Novels & Stories

BINTA I lived on a remote island on the coast of Lafiya called Rayuwa. Lafiya is a country made up of four states. Fili State, Ruwa State, Gona State and Daji state. Rayuwa is part of Daji State, and the capital of Daji is Duniya. The proximity of Rayuwa to Duniya is near. Lafiya is a developed country, but although Rayuwa is a part of Lafiya, it lacks civilisation, and because of this, it serves as a tourist attraction for Lafiya, generating millions in revenue. In Rayuwa, there were no schools, no electricity, or water supply. People usually fetched water from the streams or dug wells in their compounds. The lack of civilisation made it impossible for us to access proper medical care, and

Faline wasn't sure about it yet and so she looked away. Iwaoka knew that was her answer so he smiled and leaned back. "There’s this hot spring inn on top of a mountain. The view is amazing," he suggested offhandedly before plucking a few pieces of the orange right from her fingers. She watched him eat with a frown, “Iwaoka, you’re terrible at this.” He scowled at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Faline ate the rest of the orange before he could steal more and then stood up, brushing grass from her robes.

We rocketed down the dark exit tunnel just as massive slabs of concrete began falling from the ceiling behind us. The transport burst out of the tunnel entrance and into the open morning air, airborne for a terrifying second before slamming back onto the dirt road outside the city perimeter. "Look!" Leo said, pointing out the rear window. We all leaned back to look through the glass. The Spire, the majestic, terrifying tower of white glass that had dominated the skyline of Oakhaven for generations, was smoking from top to bottom. The giant weather-control grid overhead—the artificial blue sky that had kept us in a fake paradise—was cracking apart. Huge panels of glass and metal were falling

Hiroshi smiled and said, “Mr. Wade, you already know the passcode to the house, then!” Meanwhile, Yahiko’s sister, Emi, had already prepared a sumptuous table of Japanese dishes. Emi, who was wearing a kimono, walked to Charlie’s side, bowed respectfully, and said, “Mr. Wade, I’ve already prepared the best Japanese dishes for you. The ingredients were bought this morning, and we instructed our subordinates to send them chilled to the airport to be brought to Oskia with us. There is the highest-end seafood, whether it is sea urchin, oyster, sea bream, or bluefin tuna, that can be found in the Japanese market. Please enjoy!”

The Mihama District, or Mihamaku is set on a piece of reclaimed land overlooking Tokyo Bay, Mihama-ku is located with corporate headquarters and event spaces such as the Makuhari Messe, where international exhibitions and indoor sports take place. He chose Mihamaku, because the distance between Tokyo and Chiba was not too far, especially by shinkansen. He can also play his hobby of playing rugby as long as he manages his company here, he usually plays at the Zozo Marine Stadium, then relaxes at Makuhari Seaside Park. Enjoying the sunset with a glass of cocktail from his restaurant. Keiro Mizugawa, or Key junior, a successful businessman from Tokyo. He is the CEO of a top dairy company in Jap

"Ihe ojo ga anwu n'Oku! (Evil will die in fire.) Oku! (fire) Oku! (fire) Ihe ojo ga anwu n'Oku! (Evil will die in fire) Oku! (fire) Oku! (fire) Some older women were already dancing in circles, holding up their animal skin to cover the skin flap that once stood on their chest. Ejima searched the crowd despite the fear that rooted her to the spot. She didn't have a plan. She was just looking for an opportunity. Anything that would save her skin. And she found it. It was an opening at the far end, just amidst the women dancing in circles. Without waiting, she dashed her head on the face of her captor, breaking the woman's nose. And as if one with the wind, she reached for the space, running wi