Slam Dunk Ryota Novels & Stories

I feel like I want to destroy Scarlet's smile of success. Ryujin jumped on the trampoline first. He looks like he was enjoying the trampoline but the problem is, the rest of it is not laughing at the bullseye. But still, the good thing is that it is still in the target area. It just finished jumping because the bullet ran out and no one hit the target.

The days in the Omega quarters were still passing by slowly and by time. I kept my head down during the day, scrubbing floors and washing clothes like a good little Omega. But, every night I trained in the woods with Nyx to keep my strength growing intact. My body kept growing stronger. My shift came faster. I could feel the power forming inside me like a storm about to burst. “Do you remember,” Nyx said. “Laman got angry at a toy and his tiny fist cracked the wooden crib in half.”

The same Don Juan, flattering women. "Thank you. It's a pleasure, Mr. Ryan," he greets her. "Just Robert, my dear." I approach him to hug him. "How are you, Ryan?" I ask while watching my mother talking to Kate. "Trying to convince your mother to stay here for more than a month this time. And you?" "Doing well." "Did you watch the Bears game this week?" "No, I didn't have time." "They won big. Let's go! We were drinking beer before you guys arrived. Your brother must be almost drunk."

"Get the f**k away from her!" That deep voice growled in vicious menace causing her heart to stop beating as her eyes widened. Her head snapped in the direction of that deep voice. Even though she couldn't make out his features because of the lights behind him, that voice was so intense to be forgotten. He took a step further in so that now his face was slightly visible and as soon as his olive cold eyes met hers, she knew he was none other than Rasmus Colt, aka Mr. Mute.

Ryder helps me to my feet and then takes a stance between me and Volkov. Ryder takes a second to look over his shoulder at me. "Next time, I'm just going to superglue you to something," He says. "Ryder!" I shout as I point at Volkov who's charging at him. Ryder picks up the wooden slab from the floor. "Batter up!" He shouts before he swings the slab into Volkov just before he can get to him. It barely fazes Volkov and then they're both throwing punches and slamming each other into things.

Fusae then pointed her finger at a wild man with a bulky, powerful build, a hairless face, messy blonde hair, and small blonde eyebrows. "That person is Rihito. He's the representative fighter of Yoshitake Real Estate. He's fairly famous on "Kengan Match" and he's also known as "The Superman," Fusae said. "Superman?" Monica raised his eyebrow. Fusae nodded and said, "Rihito is famous for his technique that is known as Razor Edge." She then pointed at her fingers and said, "Rihito's fingers are capable of tearing through flesh, bone, and even armor just like a razor."

he muttered, looking in the direction where Yuri had headed hours ago. Tohya nodded wordlessly to himself, suddenly feeling extremely exhausted. “Don’t go dying on us, Yuri,” he muttered. * * * * Yuri didn’t remove her hand from the holster that held Odium as she looked straight at Kami, not taking her eyes off of him. “That’s right, I haven’t told you my name, have I?” said Kami with a slight smirk. “Every child should at least know their father’s name, shouldn’t they? I’m Ryuou. Ryuou Kitagawa.”

Ryu went out of his room and is struggling to open his eyes to the brightness coming from the windows. Ryu likes to sleep in the dark since he usually starts sleeping after sunrise. He went to the monitor and asked who it was. "Good morning. Sorry to bother you this early. I'm Yuka, you're new roommate. I tried calling Nato since he was supposed to take me here, but he wouldn't answer so I just went straight to the address that he gave me." How irresponsible can Nato be at this point? It was his idea to drink all throughout the night not thinking that he made an arrangement with Yuka the next day. Ryu tried to get a look at Yuka from the monitor but could barely see a glimpse of her from whe

Ryutaro’s carefully cultivated image as the sandbox’s top dog was crumbling before his very eyes. In a fit of rage, Ryutaro unleashed his ultimate move: The "Dinosaur Charge." It was fast, it was furious, and it was completely terrifying to anyone within a 10-foot radius. Takuto, in a desperate bid to avoid being trampled, dodged to the side—but, unfortunately, his long pants betrayed him. With an epic, almost poetic flair, he tripped over his own legs and fell straight into Ryutaro, who, in his own panic, lost control of his attack.

As I try to shake it off, the same player leans in, smirking. “Tell me, Jaxon,” he sneers. “Do you fuck her before or after you fuck her brother?” My heart stops, and that’s when I hear it. The snarl. Not from me, not from their bench. Ryker. He flies across the ice like a storm breaking loose. Before the guy can turn around, Ryker drops him with a single punch, sending his helmet spinning across the rink. The refs are blowing their whistles, trying to break it up, but Ryker’s rage is volcanic.