Ryo Inaba Novels & Stories

Yasu, who was busy observing, had an inkling that Ryu wasn't seeing Nori but Aito. It explained the softening of his features and the tender gaze. Knowing Ryu, the only person he would look at like that was Aito. That horrible night, he could see it in Ryu's eyes. The hesitation. The turmoil. He was torn between wanting revenge and wanting to be with the person who's parents brought him pain. At the end, his mad thirst for revenge won and Aito couldn't take it. Thinking of the day still brought tears to Yasu's eyes and sorrow to his heart.

“Then how did I shove Veras as easily as that if it was only supposed to heal my wounds?” Ignoring the girl’s questions, Shino pointed at Rhianna with an intimidating look, “I’ve told you about my research about S-Syndrome, Rhi. It’s poison. If you did manage to fail that time, you couldn’t bring the dead back to life! And scientifically speaking, there’s no way you can bring a dead person alive again.” Rhianna was irritated while defending herself from the negative reactions that her comrades gave her, she slammed her hand on her face accompanied with a deep sigh.

“As the lord of Country C… what is your next move? Are you gonna report it to Amino? Or Ryuzaki?” “Hermmm… I’m still thinking about it. For sure that the news about the execution of those two has entered Amino and Ryuzaki’s ears by now.” “And why is that?” “Have you heard about Busaba by any chance?” He mewled, leaning on that touch. “Busaba? Chayan’s sister?” “Ah, speaking about Chayan. Do you know about him too?” Dionysus shut his mouth, thinking alone, although his palm effleurage Hercules again and again. Dionysus was a god of entertainment. No matter how resourceful he was, his knowledge was limited to entertainment.

Ryōta had decided to show up and was currently being held back by Hibiki. “I don’t want them on my property!” Ryōta shouted, pointing at Forrest, who was standing protectively in front of Riko. His gaze swung to Darius and me, and he shoved around Hibiki to rush us. “YOU!” he shouted—a terrible move. Darius and I were both ready, but we didn’t have to react. Because without warning, Ryōta was on the ground, and standing over him carrying a sheathed katana was Yūri.

She tried thinking of a way to mediate the situation; if she wasn’t careful, the Islanders would ruin every single one of her plans. But before Alani could say anything, a young person in a robe hopped out from behind. “Harvey York! My name is Tobiro Taiha of the Abito Way! “I heard that the filth of a brother, Matsuda, died to you! “I’ll kill you myself today! I’ll bring honor back to him and the Abito Way!” Tobiro showed a fierce expression. He knew that Harvey was impressive, but he couldn’t help but feel riled up because of his Bushido Spirit.

He knows now that I am- "YOU!!!!" Suddenly I hear a headstrong, fierce, stormy roar vibrating the walls of the room. I look up and see an infuriating version of hotty which is not at all hot. His long finger is pointed at me, his pale furious face makes him look like an angry Voldemort with a nose. And hair. Ryan’s jaw is clenched in rage, his eyebrows are drawn together giving him a villain look, his eyes are throwing flame rockets at me. Overall he looks flaming mad.

Diana had grabbed it from somewhere and stabbed her. Through the pain Eden didn't let go she snatched the deed Diana struggling to take it off her fingers it tore half. Eden collapsed the excruciating pain sizzled through her. She crawled back, her vision going blurry. She looked around, trying to find Kylian, trying to speak but her tongue was numb she fought hard against the pain but everything was fading. The last thing she saw was Diana's smug grin before everything went dark.

My fiance was running down shirtless while trying to buckle his belt and right behind him, a lady in his shirt was walking down the stairs too. Holy fuck. “Maria?” His eyes widened and my mouth formed an iron 'o'. Wow. “Who is this?” The woman behind him cooed, looking at me with confusion. A stupid slut who had never heard the name. “My name…” I murmured as I removed the engagement ring on my finger. “Is Maria Rodriguez, bitch and bastard!” I threw the ring to the floor and walked out. I was so stupid. How could I not have seen it before? Was I really that oblivious to how he had behaved? God, I was so stupid.

At 23, she had thought she might grow a bit taller, but her 5'2" frame stubbornly remained. She had a petite but curvy figure, a body that made her look softer than she felt inside. Her hair—thick, wild, and as red as fire—cascaded down her back in unruly curls. It was impossible to tame, impossible to hide. Her brown eyes, large and expressive, often betrayed her emotions before she could mask them. Right now, they were filled with nervous energy as she focused on the ticket scanner in front of her. She bit down on her full lower lip, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to shake. "Alright," the woman continued, pointing towards a section of the venue. "So, when guests come in, you scan their

Maria said waving at Valeria in a queen-like manner. "Que tenga un buen día señora. Goodbye." Valeria said and left the room. Meanwhile, Maria sighed and sipped a little bit of wine from her tumbler. Whenever she got depressed or angry, red wine was her drug to overcome those emotions. She hoped that Philip would not get in her way. He had the special ability to destroy her plans at the most unexpected time.