Taro Yamada Novels & Stories

"H-How did that happen?" Cadmus wasn’t even surprised. He knows it; the book of prophecy tells it. He also believed that Emily is the most powerful Luna who wields the power of the Moon Goddess. Emily looked at Taurus, expressionless. "Because I am the powerful Luna, I can kill in just a snap." She answered. Taurus glanced at Cadmus. His eyes were confused. "Is it... true, Cadmus?" Cadmus nodded his head, but still, his eyes were directed at Emily. "The prophecy tells it." "She's superior, who holds the most powerful power of the Moon Goddess," he explained.

-I do not understand what it says, I checked the staff papers before arriving and there is nothing out of what you asked- -So what have I got before me?- He noticed the petite, slim woman with crystalline golden eyes and an ordinary face framed in short, shiny dark hair. Leo studied the woman for a few seconds and found nothing strange. He recognized it, remembering the image in his file. Silver Miller, Head of Design Department, 23, Beta. Just in case he checked her neck and found nothing but a thin, unadorned gold chain. Not even the characteristic protective necklace of omegas and even less the trace of a supposed brand.

The fat man, short and pot-bellied, looked at the woman in the maid uniform in front of her. "You don't understand what a waiter means? It's a waiter's job to serve customers, not insults," snapped Don Lee. The woman was sobbing, shaking and frightened. His arrogance vanished, replaced by extraordinary fear. Several pairs of eyes turned back to the shop. Jeremy stepped into the car, he didn't want anyone to know, his real identity. "Junabe, you failed at being a leader. Accept this." The fat man gave a fairly large amount of money, by throwing it on the floor.

He was Kimura CEO—a child executive on the rise, visionary leader of the future, and founder of the Kimura Time Capsule Fund. While the others giggled and glued googly eyes to their farewell letters, Takuto watched. Observed. Assessed. He moved among the miniature tables like a sommelier of memory, evaluating the keepsakes with all the warmth and charm of a venture capitalist sniffing out weak investments. Yamada-kun was gleefully jamming a crumpled drawing of what might’ve been a dinosaur—or possibly a very angry banana—into a tissue box. Aoi-chan had pressed a flower between two index cards, which immediately began to crumble like the dreams of underperforming startups.

I walked outside to spread some clothes and I ran in immediately. Laman stood on the floor, his legs shaking. He had fully shifted into a small wolf pup with blue fur. He was wagging his tail repeatedly while Leo was hailing him, clapping his hands and laughing. The shift had torn his clothes to pieces and a large piece of the crib was laying just beside him. “Laman!” I whispered, carrying him up quickly before anyone would walk past the open door and try to attack him. His little wolf form was warm and soft on my neck. Leo reached for me with his hands, his own eyes flashing

“I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.” “If you’re so sure I’m lying…” Carter’s eyes flashed, “then kill me. Right now.” Damon stepped forward, lips curled in disgust. “Too easy.” He stared Carter down like he was filth beneath his boots. “If she’s real,” Damon said coldly, “if Tatiana’s really the one pulling your strings, then let her come for you. Let her crawl through the shadows and save you.” He turned, already walking. “Prove it,” he said over his shoulder. “Or rot.”

Based on his outfit, he was not a local. Dragon Scale was stunned. Before she could ask, Dragon Head introduced him to her, “This is the VIP I invited from Japan, Kazuo Yamamoto.” Kazuo Yamamoto? Dragon Scale frowned a little. She felt like she had heard that name somewhere. All of a sudden, she remembered it. “Are you the current tribe leader of the Iga Ninjas?” Dragon Head gave her a big thumbs-up. “Wow, you’re quite knowledgeable. Like you said, Mr. Yamamoto is the tribe leader of the Iga Ninjas. I purposely invited him from Japan to deal with Thomas.”

And if I do not become a doctor, no one will cure you of your absent-mindedness . - Enough "if"! Samantha grabbed Leah's arm and pulled her towards the classroom. She didn't really resist. They were in a hurry to the biology class. The teacher, Mr. Yamamoto, was of Japanese descent, so he was called "Kamikazde" behind his back. He got the nickname for a reason - Yamamoto was distinguished by rare dedication, and often took on the children's tricks, for which he received from the director. But the elderly Japanese was very kind, which his students often used. However, there was something that Kamikazde did not like very much - being late.

"Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!" Lei Tianrui and the others jittered. They had done enough research to know more about their enemy. Yamamoto Kusakara was one of them. He was not on the top list of the powerhouses in Japan, but he had already reached the third level of Covert Power.

How could Zhou Tian be in the mood to listen to Tamao Takeda's condition? He was now annoyed by these people from Bird Country. Seeing Tamao Takeda's self-preservation look, Zhou Tian really wanted to kick him to death. "Do you have the right to negotiate with me?" Zhou Tian looked at Tamao Takeda coldly and asked him with disdain. Tamao TakedaTamao Takeda was so angry that his face changed color. He was the eldest son of the Bird Country's Waveman Group, and he had a prominent status in his country.