Ryō Kurokiba Novels & Stories

This was noticed by some but her intentions remained unclear. Meanwhile, Kurobe decided that he was no longer going to hold back. Truly, he was but he made it look like he went all out at the beginning. This was his usual tactic; show off big and flashy moves to make his opponents think they'd seen it all, and then when their guard is down, a little rock ends the fight. Kurobe may already look like a threat when he causes earthquakes and flings huge boulders but those who have fought him know that he is most dangerous when he starts throwing pebbles.

Even with Harvey York’s show of strength, Ryohei felt confident enough to defeat anyone as long as Julian York was not around. “Is that so? Harvey smiled. “Who’s Shuji Kubota to you?” “He’s my brother! We are the most outstanding disciples of the Abito Way! We…” he pridefully replied. “You’re even more useless than him.” Harvey stomped on the ground, immediately cutting off Ryohei’s reply. Crack! A tile flew out in a flash. Ryohei’s expression changed. He instinctively tried to unsheathe his longsword. But the moment he did, his pupils expanded when he stood frozen in place.

He loved how her stares made him feel. --- The night was still young. Jesse and K were out again on the street. They just finished eating, both of them were feeling so full and satisfied with their meal. Jesse got them Shoyu ramen bowls. K was berating him for eating the pork char siu slices on the side, being that he was Jewish. He just laughed it off, clearly rebellious of his faith and even went as far as mocking Judaism. He remarked that it was getting tougher and tougher to be a bad Jew. And that if necessary, he would kill his rabbi with a pork chop without any hesitation, should his religion be an impediment at how he wanted to live his life. K was so amused at Jesse's shrewd thinking

I fixed my ass on the couch. “What?”… “I know you will be mad, Max. But trust me, it has nothing to do with the nutcase lady or her father.” I leaned a little, reaching for a corkscrew, and I screwed off the cork of the bottle. “I’m not fucking mad at you, Leo. I’ve always known you as someone who fucking does things with motives behind it. So what’s the fucking tea? Spill it.” Serving the glasses, “My body has yet to fully recover after the face out with the Maranos. I don’t want your sister to see me as incapable during….” I slid a glass to him.

- R H Y K E R "Captain of the White Knights, Akito Takeshi, Kai Takeshi and lastly the first commander of the army, Camélia Gran!" The guard announced, making me sigh in exasperation, I hate paperwork and if it's an urgent matter I should deal with it and solved it. My country is important to me, like my family and my girlfriend. There are three things that matter to me, I can't abandon one of them, it would represent death for me. "Your royal highness." They bowed down, I waved my hand and showed them where to seat. Akita stayed up while the commander and Kai sat down, lazy people.

She was a toothless dog, one that can only bark. "My sweet child," Ejima gnashed her teeth as memories sips out of her skin. Bozo was no longer breathing, his eyes were closed and the life in him seemed to have disappeared. "Well, well. That went well," Uche chuckled, "I just won a war before it even started." "Murderer," Ejima yelled. "Oh," Uche lifted his hands in submission, "you know you are next, right?"

The mean girl who bullied Hikari came out and saw Kuroko. “Hey Kuroko, what are you doing here? Are you here to ask me to be your lyricist?” She asked. Kuroko knew this girl well. Her name was Takami Rin. She was an aspiring lyricist but she was mean and would often bring people down so she can be on top. One of the traits that Kuroko hated the most. Rin tried to latch on to Kuroko’s arm but he wasn’t interested. He pushed her hand away and he followed after Hikari.

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.

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

I mumbled in frustration, wanting to pounce on her right there and destroy her pretty face. “I’m sorry.” Her smile slowly faded off as she said this. “What are you sorry for?” I let go of the door and folded my arms on my chest, staring at her intensely. “For lying to you about Kilhan’s best color. It actually used to be his best color, until recently, he grew to hate it. I did that so that I could push you into asking him questions about himself. Kilhan is a very good yet strange man. You need to be able to know him and understand him well.” She explained.