Taro Yamada Novels & Stories

back to the way you had them sir, I apologize. Like I said it won’t happen again. He searched my face to see if I was joking and when he realized I was serious he stepped back a little. “Tyler, seriously, it’s no big deal. You are a hell of a deputy and work yourself beyond belief. I don’t mind if ya get a little shut eye while there ain’t nothing going on. It’s just a little coffee. Sit down for a minute and relax. Ain’t no boot shining going on in here, well, unless Koda messes up again. I’ll make him shine everyone’s boots.” I looked over at my partner and chuckled. Emery snapped up with the mention of his name and came over. Emery Koda had been my best friend since we were 9. We had joi

"Let's fuck." "Do you really have to go?" Jesse chimed in again, watching K cut up the sleeves of his Pink Floyd The Dark Side of The Moon t-shirt - the one with the ray of light hitting a triangular prism and refracting a beam of rainbow. He had it since forever, and hasn't worn it in ages. Isaac gave it to him during second year of college.

A deep voice husked and her eyes shot straight to meet with jade green ones and she tensed up. The guy was now facing her as he lazily leaned against the slab. She was taken off-guard by his looks. He appears to be a complete replica of Rasmus. His height and build were the same, massive, and impressive as Rasmus, but this guy has jade green eyes, so cold and cruel. There was a tribal tattoo starting from the left of his neck and disappearing into his grey T which aligned with his muscular body like a second skin, she noticed the words tattooed on the knuckles of his left hand.

he pointed it our direction with his hand and then led his guest to us. As he came closer I could see he was an elegant man around forty something years old wearing an expensive tailor-made suit. He welcomed both of us with a professional smile. I looked at Tom, he painted a smile on his face as well, nevertheless his smile seemed to be more frightening than the coldest glare… Oliver apparently didn't noticed Tom's expression since he showed a thumbs-up gesture and left the three of us alone. “I'm Okada Daiki, CFO and a board member of Tsuchida Holdings, pleasure to meet you,” the businessman introduced himself while formally passing his business card to Tom and me.

the other man signed back, totally unbothered. Focused on his plate, he didn’t even pretend to notice the middle finger the black-haired guy flashed him. A little giggle slipped from my lips, and I caught the attention of those midnight eyes. For the first time, I saw doubt crack through his mask, and I thought: this is my moment. “Egg whites. Just whites... no yolk, no butter, nothing. And that sourdough... dry. ‘Avocado toast,’ they call it, like that name’s supposed to make it less sad.”

I really wonder, why would they want to be rabid fans for a man like Kazuo-kai? Alright, Kazuo-kai or Kazuo Yamashita. He is a man from Japan who came to Seoul, looking for a double degree. After the leaders of Seirryu University found out, that Kazuo was the owner of the Yamasahita Company. Treat them immediately changed to be kind to him.

My eyes widened, and I nodded vigorously in response. Mariano Wolfe Lionelli Montefiore Rivera was an infuriating man.

The boy grumbled and disappeared through the leaves. Ejima continued to pick up the yams, not knowing why her husband would want to distract her from this work. It was his responsibility to harvest the yams, but she had opted to do it herself because the King had invited him. Picking up some cassava leaves that had fallen, she covered her basket but paused when she heard the approaching footfalls. "Morning rose," Someone said. Ejima's bulging stomach jutted when she heard the sweet voice. "I was coming to meet you, my love,"

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said. The man hand trembles as he pulled his hand away with an audible gulp. "No, nemmeno io ho così tanto desiderio di morte"( No not even I have that much of a death wish) the man said fear evident in his voice. Isabella wondered who this Leonardo person was and why was he so feared but as she started to put two and two together her heart began racing in her chest as she remembered where she heard that name before.