Tokyo Blur Novels & Stories

and as he began his reapproach with an ever-deepening sneer, Blue flattened against the wall in preparation. "Step back, Leitner," Blue's eyes brightened instantly as she turned to watch a man appear from the street—dark sunglasses, an unmistakable wedding band and a sneer she couldn't best if she tried. Before she could land a triumphant slap across the woman beater's shit-eating grin, he began to laugh a deep and somewhat maniacal chorus that instantly sapped Blue of any victory.

This was a revolt. A revolt to address every concern and stories behind each server of the Service Hub. A revolution that will shake the world of the red light district in the heart of Tokyo. "He sucks," Arlert, the blonde boy, insulted the client of Ryuu today. The 18 year old lad had done his service for the day an hour earlier than Ryuu who was a rookie in the place.

It didn’t define me, or make me any worse than anyone else on this earth. I stared into my brown eyes in the mirror as I applied mascara like a pro. I curled my long, brown hair and sprayed it into place before running my fingers through the curls to give it that sexy, messy look. I never wore it this way except for when I was working at Blue Hades.

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Everyone except Lin. She walked to the window. Rain on her face. Eyes closed. Smiling. "Finally," she said. "An ending." She stepped out. I lunged. Caught her wrist. One hand. Slipping. "Let go," she said. "It's better. I'm tired, Yan. Tired of seeing. Tired of being seen." "Then close your eyes." I pulled. Hard. "Be blind again. But stay." She looked at me. Really looked.

The inspector leaned back again, realizing that the moment he would put Aaron in his pocket had not yet come. "Enjoy your last days of freedom." ** Japan was a country known worldwide for its successful lifestyle. The city of Tokyo, in particular, was the country's bustling capital, and combined ultramodern and traditional style, from neon-lit skyscrapers to historic temples. In the back seats of the SUV, Granger and her lawyer did the last work of the day after a meeting. The car slid through the streets of Meguro, the neighborhood where the businessman had an apartment. A beautiful landscape unfolded outside, with cherry blossom trees, but they were too wrapped up in their cell phones to n

I guess our Pinks misses us as well. "Ow, we already have five thousand viewers!" Tokyo happily chirped as she clasped her hands together. So cute. "Let's wait for a few more minutes," Max said as we read some of the comments that our blinks are posting. "Tokyo, your cheeks are so red." I giggle as I read one of the comments. "It's because it's a little cold in here!" she protested. "Ow, what are guys doing..." Tokyo read and she pointed at Cali's. "She's pigging out!"

“Hold onto me if you don’t want to fall. Blur is a fast runner so we will be there in no time.” Cassandra hugged Dio as soon as Blur moved. She leaned her head on his firm chest and she felt herself blush when she realized how close she was. After just a few more minutes, Blur stopped moving and she felt two pairs of eyes glaring at them. “You should let go now unless you want your brothers to kill me.”

Liam took the front passenger seat; the other men split between the two trailing vehicles. The convoy pulled away smoothly, merging into the flow of mid afternoon traffic. Tokyo unfolded outside my window like a living painting, towering glass skyscrapers reflecting pale winter sunlight, narrow streets lined with red-and-white lanterns, salarymen in dark suits hurrying along sidewalks, the occasional flash of color from a schoolgirl’s scarf or a street vendor’s umbrella. Everything moved with quiet, purposeful energy. Dante’s fingers brushed my cheek, drawing my attention back to him. “Like it so far?”

In their place, they inserted a high-resolution image of the Tokyo Stock Exchange trading floor. Takuto insisted on subtle lighting correction, light sharpening, and a soft vignette around his figure. When the revised albums arrived a week later, his classmates were deeply confused. “Why are we… standing on a shiny floor with glowing screens?” asked little Hiroto, poking the Bloomberg terminal photoshopped into his tiny hands. “Is this a… space station?” Aiko-chan whispered. Takuto, now pleased with the restored dignity of the moment, smoothed the front of his toddler suit and adjusted his invisible tie.