Saku Mizuno Novels & Stories

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A name. Sakava.

The Lorraine I know has a unique wheezing laugh. "Don't mind her." The bald man, I'm pretty sure he's the bassist/cellist/drummer Satoshi from Blacklist! he glanced at the form I had submitted online perhaps to confirm my claim. "Fukuda Kagami-san, correct?" "Yes, sir." I heard one of the contestants gasp. "That's-" "Ahem!" A chic man with silky long black hair, Renjiro, a bassist/screamer from the former heavy metal band, Ainz glanced in the contestants' direction.

Will Mizu be with him, or will she leave him alone. See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

Bingo there is some cocky-ness. I nod and excuse myself. A sweet looking blonde is chatting up the servers. Must be Suzi, she’ll be a part of the kitchen staff. She is very passionate about baking and took culinary classes while finishing her high school classes to complete them at the same time. Maybe she was the one that had baked goods earlier, I swear I can smell them again. I don’t want to interrupt her, she looks to be so in tune with the others. I’ll make it a point to get back to her later. “Hey Boss” I hear Grayson call out behind me.

If only her husband would give her this one chance, who knows what would happen? “You must have mud in your ears,” A voice said. Ejima turned her attention to the woman standing some paces away from her. She was dark-skinned and stood closer to the ground, using a dried cedar branch as a walking stick. Her name was Adaku, one of the village midwives. “Good afternoon…I mean…good evening, ma.” Ejima fumbled with words but hoped to keep her face stern. The crease on the older woman’s face deepened.

I remain composed with a small smile plastered on my face. Maximo smirks at me, his gaze simply darkening in a frightening way. It's the first time he has looked at me like this, “ Isn’t that right, Samantha? You won’t play any tricks on us right, cause you know I am itching to burn stuff up,” My senses are alert and I offer a sharp node. He snaps his fingers, “ Great, Santino, call her brother.” He instructs. As he ashes up the cigar in his palms. I took note of how he only smokes one type of cigar, the most expensive one in the world. He is truly living up to his billionaire reputation.

“May I know your name?” He looked at me with a slight surprise in his eyes. "I’m Mizuki Ishikawa." “Mizuki?” I asked him. “So, that means you are Japanese.” “Why? Do I look Korean to you?” He smirked. “Well, surprise. Because I am not.” I smiled as his name lingered on my lips, “Mizuki.”

the girl with red hair, taller than any of them, said too, following the blonde one. Mizu stands up and willingly took their hands, as they are the two people who save her life recently. "I'm Mizu and thanks for the help before." she gratefully said while shaking their hands. Mizu then has thought that their palm is strangely rough for a teenage girl, beautiful as them. "Nice name and don't mind it," Akane said pleasantly with a killing smile, followed by a wink.

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.