Shin Okazaki Novels & Stories

He and I have always been in sync, it was rare for me to lose control over him like this, but I understand his reasoning. He shuts me out, blocking our mind link as I’m barely holding on to my human form. Ace’s fur starts to sprout, and I know I won’t be able to hold on much longer. With one final push, he locks me away from our connection. My mind goes black as the last image I see is Zander wide-eyed, backing away from us before ripping his own shirt off.

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

Not one to be bullied into silence though, Megan made to start an argument on where and when exactly the right place and time would be, but no sooner had she poised her lips to form the words that dust was suddenly rose around her and she felt a momentary electrical tingle on her skin as something whizzed past her. "Looks like you guys started the party without me," a voice came from the dust and she looked up to see a girl also around the same age as Jay and Adolf. The girl was mixed race; Japanese-American, if Megan's deduction was correct. She styled her hair in a purple bob and wore a black leather jacket and jeans with black leather boots. Her whole outfit was adorned from top to sole w

Payback is a bitch called Aika Kurosaki. Jun wasn't ready for this argument, because there was no way that he was going to admit tho to the shark lady and the smug Iori ha he was a bad dancer. After all, he had a reputation to maintain as the playboy of the century. And it didn't look well for the image he was projecting to start tripping over his feet and humiliate himself like what had happened t him when he was having dance classes for the prom ball back when he was studying in America.

They made a good tale of him amongst themselves. Secondly, Okayo was clairvoyant, a quality which was rare among his fellow youth and which earned him a lot of respect from them. He could see, more often, things that ordinary people did not see. This quality was evident in him from quite an early age. At around eight, almost everyone - including his parents - called him Onee, a knick name which meant seen, because he could see invisible things. Once, at around his tenth season, he had scared the daylights out of his father when he shouted at him loudly from where he was seated on a patch outside his mother's hut. Osayo had then been seated in his favourite shade facing his gate and caught up

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

I hear Grayson call out behind me. I turn around -Holy fuck. Standing beside Grayson is this petite goddess. Waves of auburn hair cascade down onto her creamy skin. Big green eyes pop in contrast to her scattered freckles. I take her all in. Her defined arms and snatched little body are on display in a black shimmery bodycon dress that hits mid-thigh. I see a small scar cutting through her eyebrow, which intrigues me more. Shifter healing is fast enough that scarring does not occur unless the injury is really bad.