Psycho Pass Nobuchika Ginoza Novels & Stories

“Okay, okay, okay. Let go of meeeee.” “Good girl.” Hikaru said and patted her head. “Blegh.” Hina stuck her tongue out at him. Just then, it was their turn to board the ride. While Hikaru kept his tablet, Nozomi ordered the shikigami inside Hikaru’s shadow to sneak into Yosuke’s shadow. When it moved, Nozomi shivered again and rubbed her arms to settle her goosebumps. ‘Will this go away with time and experience?’

The Lorraine I know has a unique wheezing laugh. "Don't mind her." The bald man, I'm pretty sure he's the bassist/cellist/drummer Satoshi from Blacklist! he glanced at the form I had submitted online perhaps to confirm my claim. "Fukuda Kagami-san, correct?" "Yes, sir." I heard one of the contestants gasp. "That's-" "Ahem!" A chic man with silky long black hair, Renjiro, a bassist/screamer from the former heavy metal band, Ainz glanced in the contestants' direction.

He touched my hair softly and sniffed it, I whimpered in fear, as I imagined a room full of men evil just like him waiting to devour me. NICO’ D'ANGELO'S POV~ My car came to a screech and I saw the wreck, oh God! What has happened? My girl! The thought of my Sophia dead tore through my mind. “Kenji did this! He is the new kaichou” came Lorenzo’s reply. “Find his hideout, find where that meeting is being held, I want him dead, him and all of his co-conspirators, if he won't honor the deals of his predecessor then I'll remind him who I am” I stated, pain etched on every note.

They entered. Quiet. Quick. Final. Like angels designed for punishment. ~~~~~~~~~~ LEVEL ONE — GENEVA CORE The walls pulsed with stolen DNA. Old tech, humming with unnatural life. Echo’s face was on every monitor. Mapped. Divided. Engineered. Voice samples. Neural spikes. Digital simulations of his obedience. Roji whispered, “They’re not trying to copy him. They’re trying to control him.” Juno hacked the core feed. The server screamed. Inside the center node:

“Shit!” Sasha winced, watching Akiko battle the new boss. “She’s worse than the gargoyle.” Beside the sniper, Oritha silently agreed. Although Akiko was swift, the boss could fly and spin at inhuman speed. Both assassins thanked the dungeon RNG that this was not their opponent. Luck must be on their side because it wasn’t their turn to become meat ribbons.

Papers spread out, coffee cups half empty, normal business shit on the surface. I’d been practicing the bond for days now,small pushes. Little teases. But today I wanted to see how far I could really go,how much control I actually had. Nico looked calm from the outside. Crisp shirt, sleeves rolled once, that focused expression he wore when money or power was on the line. But I felt him through the bond... cool, sharp, completely in control. Exactly where I needed him. I closed my eyes for half a second, steadying myself.

Damon piv Lucas shifted awkwardly beside me as I turned to face the newcomer. The man stood with a commanding presence, his arms crossed and a glint of authority in his eyes. A wave of tension surged through the air, thick enough to slice. “I'm Gino,” he said, his tone calm and condescending. “And I suggest you let her go. You have no business making claims on something you so casually tossed aside.” “What would you know?” I growled as Lucas stood between me and this guy with whom Harriet seemed to be smitten.

His eyes are a bit crazed. “Smile again for me Sorahiko”. This goddamn psycho.

Hong and Monica then turned and they saw a young woman with crazy-looking sanpaku eyes, thin black eyebrows, long black hair that falls down her back and some strands that fall over her face, an ample bosom, full red lips, a toothy grin revealing her shark-like teeth and a pair of rectangular semi-rimmed glasses. She wears a white smart shirt and dark pants. "Ms. Tomari!" Hong was surprised. "You bastard!? Didn't you know that you have a match in a week?! Do you want me to lose that contract?! If so then can you be responsible and pay me 4 billion yen worth of contract?!" Hong was speechless, but he couldn't refute anything. He let out a sigh and looked at Monica. "Let's meet again, Nobi Nob

He nods, adjusting the rim of the glasses and turns to look out of the room through the window. To anyone else, Gio is the calm one— the saint in the room of Devils. They're so wrong. Underneath that calmness lies a demon in slumber. Gio doesn’t need a gun to kill. He erases people with just a keystroke. “Get your bitch to quiet it down, Luca. She sounds like a strangled fish.” Niccolo spits. Luca snorts, before pushing the girl off him. Her cheeks are tinted red and cum is still dripping down her lips.