Taka Moriuchi Novels & Stories

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

“The main goal of this journey is to track down Aegar’s descendants. Finding the ninja is only the first step. Your combat abilities are insufficient at this point, and I need to look after you.” “All right, then.” After Tyr turned down his offer, Ash took care not to comment much about his decision. He took out a business card and handed it to Tyr. “This namecard belongs to a man named Mr. Mutoh. He is a member of the largest yakuza organization in Japan. He serves as the Yamaguchi Gang’s regent as well. Back in Japan, the two of us got along pretty well. Furthermore, he has a say in his organization. He’ll come in handy when you’re looking for Ume Ninja. I’ve contacted him ahead of time, s

I choked. Nico sucked on his thumb. "My name is Nicola Alecc Lionelli-Montefiore Rivera." He said proudly. "It is nice to meet you, Ijjy." It was adorable how he could say his name so perfectly, but had problem saying mine. I smiled down at him. "It is nice to meet you too, Nicola." He grinned at me, then at Mariano and went with Meela to what I supposed was his room. I didn't have it in me to look at Mariano. His hands fisted in my hair, and he turned my head sideways to make me look at him.

when she finally recovered from the shock she turned towards dexter only to see him removing his blue contacts and it felt like she felt in love with him all over again looking into those grey pools of death that she had fallen for years ago. "You are right I have a lot of explaining to do but let's start with introducing you to my brother that is my older step- brother Marco McCoy"

"Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves." Gasps came from several angles, bringing in more tension in the members. "Not to worry. The assassin has been injured in the shoulder and should not be able to fight for the time being. With this, I'll urge every member of the pack to report anyone with an injured shoulder", Ryu announced, a smirk on his lips as he gazed at his people. I was about to leave when he reached out to me, asking me to

Though all the portals to the dark realms had been sealed shut Kimora may have returned or not have left in the first place… "Lucky for us, that was over twenty years ago if I'm not mistaken. The last account of Kimora may have been a mistake if you ask me" Jade tosses a ball and catches it mid air, heaves a huge sigh and confessed; "You've said this story like a million times and no matter how many times I hear it, it is still thrilling to hear it once again". "Jade, all is not what it seems and that's why you are trained to control positive energy and not dark matter in case it returns we will be prepared" said Hentai.

Takuri Komori, the enigmatic third-year senior who founded the Shirakiba Wolves basketball team, was finally back in Japan. Takuri had been a legend even before his injury. An Enigma by secondary gender and a genius on the court, he had built the foundation of Shirakiba with his bare hands and iron will. But during their first year, a catastrophic knee injury had taken him out of the game and off to the States for long-term rehabilitation. Now, after nearly two years, he had returned.

His grip on the folder slipped, and he nearly dropped it to the polished wood floor. There, seated with calm authority at the center of the examiners’ panel, was a ghost from his past life. Chairman Morita. In his previous life, Morita had been the mastermind behind the hostile acquisition of Takuto's company’s greatest rival. That single act of corporate warfare had triggered a domino collapse that left Kimura’s own business in ruins. Now, Morita wore a name tag that read: “Chairman, Myoran Middle School Board.” He looked older, of course—his once-black hair now fully silver, the skin beneath his eyes shadowed and weary. But the sharp gaze behind those bifocals was unmistakable.

“How was it possible for my father to be working with a man like him? If you claim that he is as dark as…?” “Your father worked with those who we benefited from. No matter what the reason was, the price was, who the person was, and what they did. Bartolomeo has functioned himself to shut his humanity off a long time ago.” Mario said, answering her. She shook her head, clearly wanting to refuse believing what her grandfather was telling her. And I had to admit, even I was both confused and baffled by what we were learning when it came to what Cosimo was doing, and I knew the darkness that my father was often willing to have.

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.