Novel & Cerita Rena Mizunashi

Eren raises a cunning brow, smirking. "What? No!" I burst out defensively. "Why would I be jealous?" I feel my cheeks heating up. Ludmilla is a blonde with a cleavage and I'm brunette with parted boobs. She has amazing blue eyes and I have the cliché Hazel eyes. She is sexy and I'm simple. There is nothing to be jealous for sure. "Ask yourself that question." Eren winks confidently. "Guys, guys!" Toni interrupts us. "If you are done flirting, can you let me pass?" Eren and I then realise that we have been disputing in front of the door, blocking the exit.

Yui knows that this was the beautiful woman he saw on the big picture frame wearing a white dress with a crow on her hand, in the office of the headmaster. “What a well-mannered kid, you all are friends of Lance and Zitrey? You can just call me your ‘Aunt Mizu’. Thanks.” Mizu said and added, “Lance, take care of them and treat your wound immediately when your Aunt Akane is already here.” “I will.” Mizu then hurriedly went towards the house but was halt when she saw Kate and the guy she help captive, she, fortunately, bring a handcuff on her and used it for him. They come here when Kate heard the sound of the car.

I replied with a smile. " So you are" he asked with a smile. " Ā watashi no manā o mite. I am sorry. I am Haru Salvador. I am Miss Pierce's assistant and a designer" I smiled and shake my hands with both of them. "Oh. Hi Haru nice to meet you" Yoshi said to me "You know me. But still Iam Yoshiyuki Hatori and this my friend here is Zen Kirishima" he added. I looked towards him and forwarded my hand for a shake. The moment he took my hand to shake I could feel a tingling feeling rushing through my arms. The moment he touched me my heart skipped a beat. Unable to move, yet drawn forward by some invisible force, I didn’t know what to do. I don’t usually lose confidence in myself, having dealt wi

A moment later I hear a buzzing sound, and Amelia touches something under her desk. I hear the door click and I look behind me as two people enter the room. The first is a petite Chinese girl. What is she, like twelve? She has dark brown hair tied up in a bun and is wearing a yellow workout tank top and grey workout leggings. She also has a very cool snake tattoo that wraps around her left arm. I’m going to take it this is Mei, Delta of Invictus and Empress of the nagata. But she’s so tiny. She’s at least 5’1” with chocolate brown eyes, a sweet face and creamy white skin, which is a huge contrast to the walking chocolate statue behind her. This dude is towering over her at 6’5” in a white wo

"Sorry for my bad etiquette. My alias is Miho. Frick you so much for helping me." Miho's tremors were still visible, but her movements were quick and decisive. Aside from the loose chignon and her puffy cheeks, none of her traits matched the information Ravyn received from Zen. ...She seems a little bit different from what I know. But this toughness, there's no mistake; she's Miho #24. We see a way to transfer Zamonte's power to the ground from Putter at the same time, but even now, just walking, I still feel numb. Anyway, where did she learn that word from?...

As a Hati assassin, and not just any assassin, but a Phantom, she knew that there was an extremely high chance that Yuuki may not be so innocent after all, but still… “He’s afraid, Yuri,” said Mizuki grimly, and Yuri looked up, not showing the surprise on her face. “Ren is afraid to lose you, to lose Tohya. Both of you are the only ones who are helping him to keep his sanity. You are his first friends. His past is something that could not be forgotten or erased so easily. That’s why he had been acting like this.” Mizuki glanced at the girl. “Take it as a word of advice from someone who is older than you. Check everything out about that girl. Ren is right. For a Raven’s Gate’s assassin, she s

The Samurai" Nakamura, a highly skilled martial artist hailing from Japan. She has trained extensively in karate and muay thai, and is known for her lightning-fast kicks and powerful punches. Yuka is also a master of grappling techniques, and can quickly take her opponents down to the mat. In the opposite corner stood Maria "The Beast" Rodriguez, a fierce competitor from Brazil. Maria is a black belt in Brazilian jiu-jitsu, and is known for her incredible ground game. She is also a skilled striker, and can deliver devastating blows with both her fists and feet. Maria is famous for her never-say-die attitude, and is always looking for an opportunity to finish her opponents.

Taurus tried to explain, but he couldn’t finish his words. "I am no queen in this kingdom, Taurus, but I can be a queen in my power, just to lead the upcoming war." Emily was dangerous, cold, and superior. She lifted her hand, showing her power. A glowing light stunned the two elites. Their eyes widened as Emily started to play with that small light in her palms. "Y-You... have the power of the Moon Goddess." Taurus stammered, too stunned by what he was seeing. "H-How did that happen?"

I paced around her front door, nearly losing my mind, finding no way to contact Rachel. Shit... I punched the wall closest to me, thinking of finding some comfort from my anxiety but nothing helps, it only hurts me this time physically too. I scanned my knuckle that was now bruised, throbbing badly, but at least it helped distract me even for a bit. 'Rachel,' I sighed her name, playing with the bracelet on my wrist. It was a gift from Rachel, and in many ways, it was just a replica of her personality, sweet and quirky and yet mysterious in some way. And for now, this is the only thing close to me that reminds me of her other than the memories I created with her. I touched the bracelet once m

Theon’s eyes widened in shock, mouth opening as if to speak, but no words came. Slowly, I turned to face her. Marissa. Or Tatiana, as she’d once been called. Her true name, the name that she was born with. I refused to want to see her as a Marissa, the weak woman that she has become. But then again, names were irrelevant now. She was a different woman now, a different person. She stood before me, bathed in the eerie glow of the setting sun filtering through the shattered windows, her hair cascading around her face, eyes glinting with dark amusement. My breath caught at her beauty, as perfect as the day I’d lost her, no, as perfect as the day she betrayed me. As perfect as I've seen her, and