Romans & histoires Shōgun

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

She opened a cabinet I hadn’t noticed before. My stomach dropped as she laid out knives, bottles of clear liquid, and a gun. “Poison,” she mused. “Acid. Or the gun. Which do you prefer?” “Mrs Smith, please,” I begged, shaking uncontrollably. “It doesn’t have to be like this.” She picked up a knife, turning it thoughtfully. “Let’s see what a real blood type looks like.” Pain exploded across my shoulder. I screamed. She laughed and cut the other side.

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

Disheartened she just prayed that she finds something or the other is in the bedside drawer. When she opened the drawer the first thing that she saw was a gun. Isabella did not even touch it or try to lift it because she had seen enough of thriller movies to know that you could surely get your fingerprints on that and she didn't want anything like that to happen. though she gasped when she saw it for the first time, she scolded herself mentally like what was she expecting in the mafia leaders drawer.

"And you will not win this fight. It is my will that you go with these soldiers, and as my apprentice you must obey. As much as it pains me, past this night, you will not be allowed shelter in my house." There was a finality in her voice that bludgeoned Iris's heart, and suddenly the shelf of fine glass bowls, the drawers of neatly sorted candles, the strings of garlic draped over the wooden crossbeam, all of it, all the things Iris had grown up with and built her world around, seemed foreign and filled her mouth with the taste of ashes. Shoving herself away from the table, her chair screeching against the floor, Iris ran out the door before Mother Hall could see her tears and sought solace

The old man started, "Your father was a Korean member of the Kazuno clan. A crime group syndicate that operates in Japan. He was accused of betraying his group by selling information to outsiders. He was killed by Kazuno Haruto, the leader of the clan. Your mother fled to South Korea with your uncle then moved to London. You know nothing about this, aren't you?" Austin sighed. "You just hand me a puzzle piece that completes the whole picture," The story undoubtedly fit but it was foolish to blindly trust his words. Austin stared at the man who still had his black sunglasses on, "Who are you and why are you telling me all of this and how can I know you are not giving me false information and

A young man stepped out, assisted by two servants, dressed in embroidered gold brocade and wearing a jeweled circlet. I'd recognize that face anywhere—even if it turned to ash. It was Matthew, my brother, who was supposed to be dead for over a year. The brother I'd given my life to atone for. He was back. Alive. Radiant. Dressed like a true prince of nobility. I hung there in the air, struck dumb as if by a bolt of lightning. My ghost trembled on the verge of unraveling.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

How far could they let this dangerous desire carry them before everything shattered? Nathan closed the door and exhaled a long breath. He dressed quickly, his hands slightly unsteady as he pulled on a crisp polo shirt. The fabric felt restrictive against his still-heated skin. All morning, his thoughts had revolved around Ara—the few precious minutes they had stolen together had only deepened his craving. Every sweet, hesitant response from her had ignited something fiercer in him.

The Russians are the interlopers in Boston. Before the rise of Roman, the old Pakhan, known for his drunken cruelty, couldn’t really be arsed about taking over the city. Roman is a different animal. He’s hungry, he’s ambitious and he has the means to make trouble for us. Gotta nip that in the bud and his sister is exactly the chip I need to do it. All I need is to get my hands on her.