Reina Kurashiki の小説・ストーリー

"Scarlett." ******

"I'm glad to see that you're all healed up." "Thank you," Rayne spoke in a tone that concealed her nervousness and I liked that. I did not want her to be intimidated by anyone. I wanted my lady to be strong. We sat down and a little while later, the door of the meeting room opened after we heard a slight knock. A lady in her early thirties walked inside. She had long dark brown hair, bronze skin, and hazel eyes. 'A Middle Eastern beauty,' I read Rayne's thoughts. I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers.

Queen Aura insisted with no intention of giving up. "I'm Reikel's real mother so it's up to me to decide who his wives will be," Consort Reina's voice suddenly answered. She was just arrived and quickly approached her child and held his both hands. "Don't worry, Reikel. No one can separate you and Assi," he said then glared at Karim whose face was couldn't paint.

she said, gesturing for my brothers to sit. Darius quickly put down the stack of glasses he was carrying and grabbed a seat right after Elijah took his. “So?” we asked in unison, all eager to see our girl. “I present to you, Riko Shiraishi.” mom smiled, stepping out of the way. My jaw dropped. If this were a cartoon, my jaw would have hit the floor, and my eyes would be bugging out of their sockets.

Payback is a bitch called Aika Kurosaki. Jun wasn't ready for this argument, because there was no way that he was going to admit tho to the shark lady and the smug Iori ha he was a bad dancer. After all, he had a reputation to maintain as the playboy of the century. And it didn't look well for the image he was projecting to start tripping over his feet and humiliate himself like what had happened t him when he was having dance classes for the prom ball back when he was studying in America.

The moment I got home, I holed myself up in my room and began my extensive research into the Yukimura siblings. And I found out a lot. A whole lot. Apparently, Yukimura Rei is half-Japanese and half-French— and she is an accomplished omega ballerina. She is quite well-known in high-class performing circles. She has many newsworthy performances tied to her name. Among them is a special dance she performed for the president of France on his birthday— Rei is endeared to quite a number of politicians, and is known to have rejected more marriage proposals than any other omega in the entertainment industry.

She's presently at her place of work. "May i take your orders please?" Reina gave out her most sweetest smile. She packed her brown hair into a long ponytail to avoid any mistakes. The polka dot gown she wore stopped right at her knee suiting perfectly Liam lifted his eyes to look at her briefly. He diverted his gaze back to his phone remaining mute "Uh.... sir.." "Quite! Your voice is annoying. Just get me a beef sandwich and buzz off "he snapped with arrogance laced in his voice

"Oh! That's why you like showers too." "Yeah, I think," "What is it? Do you feel unwell?" . "... I--" He sneezed "I've caught a cold actually." Kurosava was sitting inside his cabin when he received the call. He picked it up and got the good news. "You found her?!" He sprung up from his chair while pressing his phone on his ears. "Yes, her name is Aria. She debuted from Kirito's company. However, she didn't take any projects after that"

Who was this woman making false claims and speaking so uncultured? “Whoever you are, you don’t know me,” the artist replied, her tone steady. “I’m here to do my job; you have no right to insult me. And if I’m correct, you’re not Reina Black.” Bianca opened her mouth to speak, but the sounds of heels against the tiled floor interrupted. Everyone turned and was captivated by Reina's beauty; even without makeup and the bruises on her face, she looked stylish and sophisticated.

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.