Takato X Junta Novels & Stories

he said, blooming with familiarity as he stopped in front of him. Taiga looked up slowly, tilting his head, eyes flat behind the tinted lenses. “You are?” Taka feigned offense, clutching his chest as if mortally wounded. “I’m offended. You played my team in the semifinals. If you can’t remember me, you’d definitely remember Midorin.” “Oh. Okay,” Taiga replied flatly, his tone dismissive, but Taka didn’t flinch. He dropped onto the bench beside him, grinning like they were lifelong friends. “Wow, you’re fascinating up close. First time seeing an Elite Prime Luna. Not much difference after all.” He reached forward without hesitation, poking Taiga’s cheek with a finger.

But she had a really bad feeling and ran to the boys, completely upset she came to *Genzo, Kojiro, door* only got her out, and Taro, Hikaru, Ken and Kisugi stormed out. Keyla took a breath before running after him. Arriving outside, Taro and Hikaru were already holding Genzo and Ken and Kisugi Kojiro, who was still cursing and didn't want to be held. Genzo hissed at Kojiro

Galatrina sighed and smiled at the moon. "Alucard, the executioner. You sure are fast. And Teresa, the death dealer. A warrior that has never been seen to use her demon power to destroy her enemy, and the most powerful one that has ever been created. Even the past generation of warriors could not match up to her combat ability. Truly this is interesting." Galatrina soon continued to walk under the bright full moon. At the peak of the Orasio mountain lies the training ground for warriors partaking in a strict training. One of the trainees that finally be given a rank is Rioka Katanagi. A man in black hood with a grin on his face approaches Rioka.

Synergy crackled, minds mirroring ruthless ballet, proximity electric scar on skin. Phone shattered focus—Lena. "Babe, Omega funded anti-Sato protests. Bank trails to their shell—rallies tomorrow. Dirt incoming." "Good work." I hung, relaying Kenji's nod of approval, edged with hunger. Strategy solidified—counters deployed, acquisition armored.

Their gazes collided in the air—sparks flew. This wasn’t an internship. This was war. That night, Takuto’s bedroom had transformed into a full-scale war room. The walls were covered in Kimura Heavy Industries’ org charts His desk had three laptops running real-time simulations and data crunching Beside the bed, his orange tabby Daifuku wore a tiny badge labeled “Chief Executive Advisor” “The situation is serious,” Takuto muttered, adjusting his imaginary glasses. “Kenta was an industry elite in his past life. He’s more familiar with mechanical engineering than I am.”

“Listen up! My father is gone now and I’m in charge and things will still be the same. But for my first order, find Takashi Fujiwara and when you do bring him to me alive” “Yes boss” Jun got on one knee. He said nothing would change, so it wasn’t going to change. And everyone else got on one knee. “Don’t worry mum” he said to himself. “I’ll make him pay”. VVVVV Takashi shut the door as his landlord walked out after his brief tour. Not too basic and not too stressful. Would do him really well in trying to achieve normalcy with everything that had happened. He had survived two gangs, evaded bullets and here he was still standing.

After all, they had seen how much their chairman respected them, so they didn’t dare to neglect the duo… Whatever the case was, Aiden got a call from Takuya just as the sky was getting dark. After relaying the information to Gerald, Gerald—in turn—called for one of the secretaries before saying, “The Futaba patriarch is downstairs. Please lead him up.” With that said, Takuya soon found himself entering the office… Upon seeing Gerald there, Takuya’s eyes instantly widened as he asked, “…Huh? What are you doing here, Gerald?” Takuya was rightfully surprised. After all, the Futabas were incomparable to the Fareast Consortium! They had only been able to cooperate with them back then out of pure

The Luna and my mum had left us when we got to the stairs but Tyson didn't allow me to leave. "Have a seat, Your Majesty." Alpha Adrian politely offered. Tyson pulled me to the seat with him and that was when he kept Tak down. "You must already have met my mate, Katarina. This is our son, Tak," Tyson boldly declared. My day smiled at his words and looked at me. I wanted to run to him and hug him but I refrain. "You can go and hug your father now," Tyson whispered to my ears. I quickly stood up and ran to him.

One cracked his knuckles audibly, the pop echoing like a warning shot. Dante squared his shoulders, his black jacket absorbing the sunlight without a hint of sweat on his brow. "We're here under truce flag. Alpha Dominic's direct orders. Kira is part of the investigative delegation. She's necessary." Juniper descended the loading dock stairs one deliberate step at a time, her combat boots thudding against the metal grating. She stopped inches from Dante, close enough that I could smell the faint tang of leather polish on her jacket mixed with the metallic scent of gun oil from the holster at her hip. Her amber eyes bored into his, unblinking.

Amber said, making Autumn sigh and shaking her head. She looked at Jonathan and furrowed her eyebrows. “You said you are a Takahashi, do you by any chance know Patima Takahashi?” Jonathan smiles brightly at what she asks. “I’m glad you asked,” Jonathan said and stood up. He bowed down first, making Autumn look at him confusedly. “I am Jonathan Takahashi, Patima Takahashi’s brother,” Jonathan said, making Autumn to widen her eyes. Jonathan smiles and nods his head. “I know, there’s this one news about a family getting their heir kicked out and that is me but I’m proud because look at me now, I can definitely compete with my father’s company” Jonathan said with a big smile on his face.