Shun Kurosaki Novels & Stories

He muttered, adjusting himself. That was it—our first interaction. The lecture started, and I tried to focus, but I found myself sneaking glances at the new guy. He was different from the other students. His eyes held a depth that I couldn't quite place. He kept throwing glances too. If he was going to be a creep, I made sure to let him know I did not appreciate it one bit.

And her this aura ,dragged him towards her . Shizuka got stunned .This men is more Sharper than,her .Her adoption is a huge secret. outsider's aren't aware of it .Yet ,this guy. how did he know ??? . She gave him a mirthless glare , placing her elbow as a stand to her face ,she rubbed her forehead .

I quickly stand and started walking away. “Thank you for stopping by, Ms. One punch girl!” he shouted. “I have a name!” “I also have too! Akihiro! Not a superman nor a batman but still a Hiro. You’re Hiro, exclusively for you!” --

The corridor of the hospital lit up, showing the still forms of the unconscious children. Yuri sighed to herself as she continued walking on with Ren and Tohya on either side of her. Tohya was growling low in his throat. “I don’t know about you two, but Yoshiyuki is going to be a very dead man once I catch up to him,” he said. “And even the doctor won’t be able to identify his body once I’m done with Yoshiyuki.” Ren and Yuri both wisely decided not to say anything. They sure don’t envy Kurosuke Yoshiyuki once Tohya actually catches up to him, and they’re not foolish enough to stand in Tohya’s way as well.

Yahiko then pretended to be curious and casually asked, “By the way, Mr. Schulz, your son, and daughter, it seems like they were also saved by the mysterious master in Kyoto, am I right?” Sheldon listened to every word of his, and his expression turned a little sour. Sheldon’s intention was to remind Ito Yahiko that he had the last laugh only because Sheldon had at least contributed half of the effort to kill off Takahashi Machi and Matsumoto Yoshito.

“Heli?” “New friend? Him?” Heli asked, his voice turning even deeper. “Yes...?” Akiro replied, confused and unsure. “The reason you didn’t eat with us is because of your new friend?” Akiro, despite being so confused, nodded in response. “And who exactly is this new friend of yours?” Heli asked in a clipped tone. The human perked up. “His name is Shiro! He’s the only son of the cooks! Surely, you know them?”

It was more than just his looks – it was the way he carried himself, the air of quiet confidence that seemed to radiate from him. As the night wore on and the bar began to empty, Shirosaki found himself growing more and more restless. He kept stealing glances at the stranger, his heart racing each time their eyes met. Finally, unable to resist any longer, he excused himself from Akira and made his way over to the man. "Hi," Shirosaki said, his voice coming out more breathless than he intended. "I'm Shirosaki. I don't think we've met." The man smiled, a slow, dangerous curve of his lips that sent a shiver down Shirosaki's spine. "Hirato," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Hirato Shuu."

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

I asked putting my hands on my hips. Cynthia, of course, was the first to speak. "You said there's a way to save the zombies-" "First off they are not zombies. Not in the traditional sense. They do not feed on you, they feed on your soul. Soul Eaters," I explained in a rather snarky tone. Did I mention I was really tired? "Whatever," she brushed it off. "How? And how do you know this?" "It's hard to explain how I know this and most of it is unbelievable anyway," I started running my hand through my hair.

“Even though I look like this, in reality I am 25 years old. I’m just letting you know. “Oh, right. Before all of that, I had to introduce ourselves. We both are part of the Hunter community and we specialize in hunting creatures from stories.” “Just say spirits. It’ll be easier for him to understand.” “Right. So, I am Yasuhiro Ritsu and this brat is…” “I’m Seirei.” “You don’t have a last name?” “No. I wasn’t born with one. Why? Is there a problem?” he says while licking his lollipop. “No. I thought that you both were related so…” “So you thought I’d have the same last name as this guy. Well, can’t say I wouldn’t think of it.”