Sentouin Hakenshimasu Novel Novels & Stories

“S-Sure.” Jai pulled the green handkerchief off and opened the box. He saw the signature brown eggs, some small pieces of fried cutlets which name he forgot, and dumplings. He laughed when his eyes stopped at the dumpling. “Aww these are my favorites.” He took one dumpling and popped it into his mouth, humming happily as he munched. Haku pulled his feet down and sat in seiza. A small smile crept to his face, but he was faking it to hide his tear stained cheeks. But in truth, it didn’t help anything because his eyes was visibly slightly red.

“Seven? You and your brothers?” Nicolas nodded. “Yes.” They ordered lunch, and while they chatted about work, their meal arrived. Noah was enjoying his food, a steak that was perfectly charred and grilled to perfection and mashed potatoes that were so creamy, they were to die for. He was just popping a piece of steak into his mouth when he saw two men walking into the restaurant and heading over to Sakura and Akira a few tables down. He recognized Sebastian, with his tall, muscular body and pale-blond hair. The other man, who looked younger, had black hair and a lean body. First Sebastian leaned down and kissed Sakura on the lips, and then it was the other guy.

“Naka-Meguro? What’s there?” “There’s a soba place I’ve wanted to try for a while. It’s called Tokyo Dosanjin.” Sakura quickly typed it into G****e, scrolling through reviews and photos. “Oh, they use citrus in their soba?” “The citrus soba’s not in this month,” Heri grinned. “But their lunch sets still look good. Come on, get ready.” Sakura smiled faintly. Heri looked genuinely excited. While Sakura got herself ready, Heri checked his own bag—PASMO card, wallet, charger, phone. “All good,” he murmured.

Damon's smile faltered for a moment before he chuckled darkly. "Oh, he knows," he said, his voice low and menacing. "I sent him a text last night. Told him we'd be waiting. Let's see how long it takes him to save you... .for now...enjoy the scene until it's your turn" He pulled on Hinata's long hair so hard and continued using her as a pleasure toy. "Fucking loose, bitch...even your second hole is loose." He fisted her, stretching her beyond limits. Hinata's eyes rolled back as if she would give up the ghost soonest, her mouth open but no sound was heard only salivating and drooling like she was having seizures.

The moment we step in, I meet the cold gazes of brute men, drinking and shouting over loud cheers. The ceiling above us is high. The space is wide and empty, with cheap chairs and tables scattered around. It looks like a large, ancient cathedral, without an altar. Just tables and chairs. At the counter, my eyes meet Stefan, the giant. The very man who beat me to a pulp. “He the man?” Mark asks. “Yeah, he’s the one,” I reply, hatred brewing in my eyes. Then a voice comes from behind us, loud and hoarse, like that of a serpent.

HIROTO'S POV Three Days Later I sat across from Kenji, my hands wrapped around a lukewarm latte to hide the fact that they were shaking. I was wearing a black turtleneck, even though it was humid outside. I had to. The steel collar Neven had locked around my neck was a permanent fixture now, and the marks he’d left on my skin during the three days he let out his frustrations were still so vivid. Kenji was rambling about some new manga release, but I wasn't listening. I was thinking about the way the estate felt at three in the morning—the silence, the scent of expensive wood, and the way Neven looked when he was asleep. He looked human…almost.

“You say that like it's a bad thing.” “I've been through enough trauma for one lifetime.” Kael looked toward the sky. “Stop talking.” Zayn frowned. “You're becoming boring.” “Good.” Despite everything, Elara almost laughed. It was strange. The world was ending. Four ancient beings were preparing to descend upon them. And yet, for one moment, she felt normal. She looked at the men beside her. They had once been weapons. Characters. Pieces of a story. Now they were people who had chosen to stand beside her.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL PENTHOUSE. ☠️ SORA ☠️ When others are drinking water, black coffee, bitter lemon, or soju… I take Coke. Why? Because life can be so bitter, especially mine. I jerk as A-jun pins me down; he is on top of me, and I’m pressed underneath him, fighting for my life. His hands find my neck, and he presses it to the pillow, choking me.

Valerie asks questions once again, peering out the glass window next to them at the rain. “Yes, but isn't it lovely to have someone wait on you or simply be there for you?” Ellen agreed as she looked out the window at the pouring rain, Valerie smiled as she leaned her head against the glass window, listening to the rain. ‘My empress, wake up and return to me right now...Zhilux’ The voice calls out to her again, this time with an unusual name, prompting her to open her eyes and turn to look around the restaurant.

I will remember this. The sentinels were so happy that they approached Sushi but they couldn't get too close because they were still afraid of Sushi. He is a necromancer after all. So I ran to Sushi and hugged him. His black fur is soft as I hug him. "You're amazing." Congratulations to Sushi. I've only seen Sushi fight like this. He's deadly. It was thee who is not commanded, my own mistress. Without your command, I cannot function.