Riko Sakurauchi นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Who’s judging them? “The only reason you’re not together is because you haven’t decided you want to cross the friendship line yet.” He says looking at me like I’ the greatest liar to walk the face of the earth. I don’t think about Ryo that way. She’s different; she’s not the girl I go for. She’s a beautiful girl but she’s not for me.

I saw Eula approaching me. "Again, sir. I'm sorry on behalf of my friend. She's a newly recruited member of the suicide cup event and doesn't have a single idea of who we are. I'll just remove her-" my eyes widened and glared at Eula. "Don't. As I've said, she's my prey, and I won't let her escape.." he fixed his coat first before smirking at me. "Welcome to Suicide High, Miss Florence Mil. I hope you'll enjoy your stay here because I'll surely do." He said and left the room.

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

Azul explained when he told her about the amount of power he already transferred to her. Saiya just sighed after remembering his words from a few days ago when she told her about her plan to leave the village. It is painful for her to leave the place that loved her unconditionally but she needs to set her feelings aside. With her troubled mind, she closed her eyes. Soon after, Saiya heard someone calling her from below. When she looked down, she saw Cicila, again with arms on her waist. "There you are!" She exclaimed. Saiya just grinned before she climbed down, "Busted," she even whispered but Cicilla heard it.

I was introduced into this world on the eve of my mother's death. Through the many stories of my father, I learned what I could about the woman I loved but would never know. She was called Sakura after the season of the cherry blossoms. She was a petite, delicate woman of pale skin. In her joy and happiness, she would turn the gentle pink of the flowers of the season. My father was named Homura after the blaze one would see during his anger if it ever showed.