Tamura Yui Novels & Stories

“What is it?” She didn’t answer immediately. She was listening, too intently. I knew that she was stronger than others, and Giovanni was sure to train her differently if her mother was Tatiana then there was a slight better chance for her to be different, just as Sienna was. Though I knew that she was a little more prepared than our Luna, I also knew that she had a little more difficult demeanor than Sienna did. Then she whispered, “Something’s wrong. Someone's here, but they're masking their scent.”

Angel said with bright eyes. Anna and Amber bowed slightly at the woman. "Its nice to finally meet you Mrs Zhang" Amber said smiling, she realized Angel saying her mother was pretty was just an understatement! That explained Angel's good looks. Anna nodded at the woman before handing her a drink "Please Mrs Zhang, we're having a celebration today so....no tears" Xi Yao laughed and wiped her face "Yes, yes. okay girls. Let's have fun then" Angel was the first person to start speaking. She didn't stop blabbering about her experiences when training and how she met the girls.

I smiled smugly, which made Beyza shake her head. "You're just like Kai. Your brilliant brains and him bring trouble." Beyza snorted in annoyance. "Okay, it's Kai's 30th birthday. He was in Osaka when he got the gold card, and he came straight to me, to meet Ozgur. I don't know the details." Beyza's words stopped. "But what I do know is that the Tama written on the card is Kai's late adoptive brother. Yeah, Tama. An abbreviation of Takeshi Akuma's name. Him's mother is from Germany, so he sometimes uses German."

"You are so beautiful, my dear. Today is a great day and we shall celebrate it for its greatness." He kissed her cheek and gazed openly at his other daughters. They could not contain their excitement. He was elated for them. He looked at her and, in her eyes, he could see her; his mother. Shinja had the loveliest eyes, brown like her grandmother. She had taken a little white streak on the left side of her hair. To be the youngest but the most reliable and mature had not been much of a choice to her. Her sisters were reluctant in taking on tough responsibilities so her empathetic nature made her engage in activities beyond her age. She understood her father's plight and always went out to hel

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

I skip further into the little book, slightly curious about the dates I've noticed this far until I reached a page that caught my eye. December 21, 1997. The ground is covered with snow, the tulips and rose buds I've come to love and treasure are no more, yet I don't feel lonely or cold. Someone lies ever so comfortable in her basket figetting about- right now only just smiled at me. Her skin is a creamy pale colour with burnt brown hair that dares to become red at the touch of light, her eyes sparkle with such a vibrant pink it's hard to never smile whenever I think of the child before me. I've named her Yuuki, because she was born at the time of snow. December 17, 1997.

A woman is well-dressed, fashionable and very visible, every inch she uses, all expensive branded goods. Esmeralda Tones swallowed her saliva, and smiled faintly, as Debara Hwang's eyes met hers. "Come in, Miss Tones," said Debara Hwang with a friendly intonation, but seemed firm. Esmeralda Tones nodded slightly, and walked slowly towards the chair. At the front, Debara Hwang stood up, and invited Esmeralda Tones to sit down. Esmeralda Tones began to explain the purpose of her arrival.

Elijah blinked, turning the screen to me. It was still open to the picture of her wearing a red kimono worn in a way that showcased her large breasts, and the way she was sitting, her left leg was exposed up to about mid-thigh. “Yep. That’s Granny Yūri in her prime.” I waggled my eyebrows. “So our Riko gets her sex appeal from her.” he nodded.

Tamamo's eyes were filled with desire as she licked her lips. “Wait a minute,” Sutoku interrupted. “Are you saying that Shuten-douji lost to a single human?” “Yup! That human was able to go defend against the [Thousand Army Decapitation]. He was also able to break through the gourd.” “I see. Then it should be easy.” Amaterasu was somewhat relieved. If it were a single human, then Tamamo should be able to handle it. That vixen enjoyed hunting down attractive males, after all.

she said, her fingers already dancing across the screen. “Here's one, he's a lawyer who likes sushi. Too boring?” “Definitely,” Angela replied, already shaking her head. “Next one, he's a professional skateboarder that enjoys poetry,” Yuki read, raising an eyebrow. "A bit too much? What do you think, honey?” She turned to Angela. “Yeah, I don't think I could handle that level of cool,” Angela said with a laugh. “Alright, here's a Japanese guy who's an amateur chef and loves to travel. Could be a winner,” Yuki said with a wink.