Shinichi Maki Novels & Stories

Chihiro took a sip of beer and shook her head helplessly. "Also, here you can add a frame from the side to give more special effects, it will give the harmonious feeling." Monica looked at Misaki, and his gaze was different from Mitaka, who was full of love, in his eyes, Misaki was money, it might sound vulgar, but since this girl was so talented, it might be good to get this girl while she was still young since he was sure that he would also enter an anime industry in the future, especially when he owned a publishing house.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Don't let anyone get the chipset. And the good news—whether it was good or bad news—was that this time, he was accompanied by a colleague who was also a hitman like himself. His name was Maki, a black man who had been on missions with him before. However, they only carried out missions as ordered by Chelsea and didn't become too involved with each other.

At that time, when Makoto was exchanging favors with Senator Joseph Tezuka Valentin Junji, being called only Joseph Junji, he adopted a different name throughout the ages, he appeared to be a cross between Germans and Japanese. That's how he was now, in present times, he was a wealthy American senator and that called Makoto Delphos towards his mansion in his residence, when he sat there with that gray black hair of 50 years old, he was tall, big and muscular to a senator. - So, you finally accepted my invitation? – The man was sitting cross legged in front of him, with his red eyes and his white hair, with the appearance of a 60 year old man, even though he was over 2 thousand years old, he

Nyx growled feeling he was also a wolf my brows furrowed in confusion. “He sent you, didn’t he?” I questioned narrowing my stare at him. “Who?” “Sage” I reply instantly wanting us to get the conversation over with and have him leave as I wasn’t comfortable. “Sage Mickelson?” He asks. I burned my stare at him trying to point something out but couldn’t figure it urging me to let out a hiss. “Please leave” “How are you related to him?” He asked after a momentary silence. “Still not your concern” I state clearly stating that his precedes here weren’t appreciated but he doesn’t seem to get the news.

He uttered, and I bobbed. “I enjoyed Martina’s company too. She’s a very nice lady.” “Oh yes, she is.” He answered with a large smile. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone. He stretched it to me and said; “You can have your phone back. Alpha Marcus is gone and I believe you to make the right decisions.” After hearing his words, I reached for my phone and collected it. To my greatest surprise, Alpha Kilhan’s picture was still the wallpaper. The same way I had given it to him.

“Hmmm… you lied to me when you said Dillon likes colorful things, right?” Lilac gasped. “Of course not. Dillon likes colorful things. That’s his biggest secret,” she let out a soft chuckle, “… and you made one for him.” Emily sighed. “Yeah, but I just saw that he’s not using it—” “Oh, that one. Well, maybe he doesn’t want to show it in public. You know… Dillon is the Beta of the strongest pack in the country. They’ve known him as fierce Beta—a superior one like the Alpha. He will be a laughing stock if he will wear the bonnet as he takes his duties.”

But where could she have possibly gone? “I wish I could see your face again, my Sachi.” Uche wiped his foggy vision. This was his end and he was willing to embrace it. What pained him however was not ending Ejima’s life. He should have studied her moves, he should have known that the woman would never give up.

I say quickly. "Don't worry, I will come early. Tell her a friend is coming over to see her." Nigel simply said and hung up. I stared at my phone like someone had puked on it. "Who was that?" I heard Makaila ask. "My cousin, Nigel. You might not know him. He isn't all that popular." I said, trying to discourage her. "You mean Nigel Santos, the music major." She said. My head shot up. "You know him?" I asked.

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.