Tohma X Ayaka Novels & Stories

Then, thinking about it… “Okay, well, admittedly maybe sometimes.” Brinn wheezed under me, tapping my ankle. “Goddess, you are heavy.” “Am not!” “Yes you are! You’re made of rocks!” “Shut up, or I’ll actually bite you this time!” Joha tried to play peacemaker. “Can we just please not—” But Aya cut him off, voice smug. “Go on, defend her honor, cartographer.” Joha flushed red. I swear I saw his ears go pink. “You are never letting that go, are you? You keep bringing it up every chance you get!”

Isabella is claimed looking at the teacher. "I already suggested bunking this class and getting drunk" Lauren complained. "Shut up Lauren" Marissa hissed. Isabella just laughed at the two. They both were childhood best friends and loved each other more than BLOOD related siblings yet they were world apart in their personality. Lauren was a Kick-Ass girl, Always dressed in leather, she feared nothing. She had recently dyed her hair blue that matched her electric blue eyes. Her complexion was super pale. She was model like tall around 5 Feet 9 inches.

She lands on the ground and breaks her left arm and left leg and cracks her left ribs and at that moment the domain breaks down too bringing them back to the real world. Akihiko lands on the corpse of the organ consumer hence taking no damage. Seirei and Yasuhiro look at each other after the air bags pop out and then get out and see Ayame with her broken arm and leg laughing with tears flowing out of her eyes say- “Damn…. This hurts like a lot though… Oh, I think maybe my ribs are broken too…” They look at her in shock and then they remember about Akihiko and Yasuhiro rushes to the corpse while Seirei looked after Ayame.

"If you're betrayed, release disappointment at once. By that way, the bitterness has no time to take root." - Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut * * * * July 2009 Aoyama Cemetery Tohya stared at Ren, wondering if his best friend had just cracked a joke. He simply can’t imagine someone like Ren befriending a guy like that. But on the other hand, if this Tatsuya Fujiyama is truly like how Ren had said, then it might be the reason why Ren had even befriended him.

“Well, when I shared confused flashbacks with the Ayakashi, I saw that she once posed for a portrait and I finally recalled where I had seen her before. I tried going to the library to confirm my theory. You can imagine how frustrated I was because I was only around 60% confident about my memory and I desperately wanted to confirm it. As it turned out though, I may have had the ability to pass through walls, but I couldn’t move stuff or even turn a page. Needless to say, I had to endure my impatience longer and I just came back to the library another time once I had re-materalized.” “Who was she?” Aki asked, feeling her heart quicken. “Himiko Henka,” Sasha answered casually. He was met with

“I found that song you told me about.” “Really? Sugar just told me about it a bit ago.” As he starts to play it, her head bobs back and forth. “Oh Spirit,” Thara and Soko alike pop their heads around to the intro looking traumatized with wide blue and brown gazes at the screen she’s looking at. “Turn it off before he hears it!” “It’s not that bad,” Aya sways a bit with a joke step. “I need whatever you are having then.” Thara decides, flicking her long blonde pony and helping herself to Ayame’s flask. “shite, yeah. That’s the stuff.” Clearly enjoying it whether Thara knows her limit or not, taking another hearty swig.

“I had a feeling you’d want to come along. Are you sure you’re alright, no dizziness whatsoever?” “Don’t worry about me. Worry Damian here, I can almost hear his belly complaining. Wait! Why is there so much steam here?” Damian blushed and winked at Aya. The old woman, however, took a small piece of bread and gave it to her young friend. Damian accepted it and gave a shy smile at the old witch. "Hey, how about me? I'm hungry too." Said Tommy. "I hate dogs. So no bread for you." Aya replied and walked past them as she gestured to them to follow her.

“I need your oath that you won’t tell another soul. I haven’t even told my best friend yet, but I need someone here to help me and I trust you the most.” I watched multiple emotions fly across her face. It was hard to tell with her dark complexion, but she looked a little pale. “Okay. I, Toya Argara from the Malawi pack, promise to keep everything you are about to tell me between us. I won’t share this with anyone, even under torture or command, until you release my oath.” I waited until the words sunk in and nodded. “Thank you.” I smiled and waved her hand. “You have become my closest friend here, Amy. We may have best friend’s back home, but here you are, mine.”

he asked, mentally scolding himself for that reply. Yara drew closer to him , staring at his wide-eyed expression. Her lips curved into a lopsided smile as she tilted her face to the wind, "HEY UNIVERSE!!! I LIKE TOBY ADEWALE JAMES-THOMPSON SO MUCH...NO! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH BUT HE THINKS I LOVE HIM BECAUSE HE'S DYING! AND I FEEL MISERABLE BECAUSE THIS IS THE WORST KIND OF REJECTION EVER..." Toby stared at her in flummox as she screamed, people were starting to stare at them with interest, "Yara what the heck are you doing?"

"Takanashi-kun, are you bad with that boy?" Takanashi was startled and looked at the young man who suddenly talked to him. He let out a long sigh and said, "Souma-san, don't talk startle me..." He was helpless but didn't say too much since he was a bit scared of this young man. Souma looked in the direction of Monica and Togo but raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong, Souma-san, do you know them?" Takanashi asked. Souma's eyes opened slightly and said, "The woman is fairly famous, she is the "Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari."