Takizawa Tokyo Ghoul Novels & Stories

He stopped when he saw her. “Takashi” she greeted. “Ms. Megumi” he said back with a small smile. She blinked impishly. “Walking is really nice, isn’t it?” she asked. “Yes” he replied. “So Takashi, I don’t make it my business to know about my members lives, but I want to know about you”. “Okay…” “Then tell me about you”. “I’m Takashi Fujiwara, and I am here working for you. Making poison for the gang”.

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.

Takamatsu saw Yinito speak as she tried to wipe Isekai's tears, he had pick the little girl four years ago from a pile of corpse just after his wife died. "am I really being a bad father , Takamatsu can't help asking himself as he looked at Isekai's eye, he has always felt like he is looking at Asuka when ever he looks at Isekai's eye, Isekai eye was exactly the replica of his mother's own, his pupil was a bit brownish with something like a fire wheel on them.

Her body willingly doing Gwanhoya’s bidding. “Last time, they stopped me! But this time, I will lay waste to everything that stands in my way!” she enters into Mukura’s body, “I will use your body for the time being as I search for my perfect vessel!” she laughs turning into smoke vanishing into thin air. The Chief’s Place Takada reaches the chief’s home and is allowed safe passage to the chief. Entering into the chief’s presence, she bows down with her forehead kissing the floor.

The interior reflects the wealth in a minimalist way, which is actually pleasant to look at. “Alpha Fenriz, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Takahashi Itsamu, Homura’s husband, comes out to greet us when we sit down to have tea. Slipping his arm around his wife, he gives me a look that says he’s not scared of me. Cute.

Somewhere, in the heart of Philadelphia, a third power was rousing from its slumber. Kazuya Tekada, the charismatic boss of the Japanese mafia could be seen with his characteristic eerie smile. His eyes filled with excitement, as he was in the midst of finalizing a deal. "Yeah, yeah! Don't you worry about a thing, my friend," Kazuya spoke with a confident tone, his voice laced with a hint of excitement. "Our guys will make sure your merchandise is delivered safe and sound. We've got the finest coke, the finest marijuana, and as a special token of appreciation from our esteemed organization, we've even thrown in a little bonus for you."

She grabbed Selene by instinct, and Selene pulled her into a protective embrace, shifting her own body between Taffy and the entrance. The creatures stared with hollow, lifeless, blank eyes. One of them crawled forward—and the moment its hand touched the soil inside the burrow, it sizzled. Its arm rippled as if something was burning beneath the skin. Then it cracked, broke apart, and collapsed into ash. The ghoul shrieked—a sound so sharp it made Taffy’s ears ring—as it rolled away in agony. The others twitched and clicked, gathering at the entrance. Their shadows swallowed what little light remained, but none of them dared to cross into the burrow.

The Trump Card… Takuya could not afford to hesitate. Gritting his teeth, he bit down until blood spurted out, staining his brush crimson. With swift strokes on the yellow talisman, he conjured a blood-red effigy, an eerie blood specter. That bizarre power, drawn from the Holy Jade Amulet, surged through Takuya, each blood-red effigy pulsing with the might of a seasoned warrior. "Is that all you've got?" Alexander stood unshaken, his fiery sword in hand, eyes glinting with deadly resolve. "You've sided with the Black Maple Organization, Takuya. You're not worth sparing today!

Slap! Before anyone could even react to the situation, a terrifying air wave blasted out. A figure was sent flying before slamming right into the door. The shape of a human was instantly formed on the brass door. The guest hall furiously shook. Countless cracks could be seen around the walls. Takai Kawashima slowly slid down the door before blood trickled out of his orifices. His entire body was convulsing as well. A God of War, an expert of the Island Nations, the result of genetic surgery…

Talking to him and being with him made me feel things that I didn't feel with Kate or anyone else. Since I came here in my pajamas, Higan lent me some clothes. Luckily, I could fit his shorts and sweatshirt. Sort of. "Anything you want in particular?" Higan asked, slipping his wallet into the pocket of his jeans. "No. I don't usually eat out so my variety is quite small." I shyly slipped my hand in his, linking our fingers together, and gave him a small smile. He grinned. "Lucky for you, I am the master of takeout."