Tokyo Drift Han Novels & Stories

As they stepped into the cool, damp air of the night, the rain had transformed into a light drizzle, misting the surroundings in a haze. The world outside felt lush and alive, yet ominous with an undercurrent of uncertainty. George led the way, Elora and Maya close behind, each step bringing them closer to a sanctuary that felt both like a refuge and a line crossed. "Stay close," George advised, casting a watchful glance over his shoulder. "We don't know who might be watching."

"Where are you headed, Miss Jones? I can give you a lift." Drift was brazen enough to reach out for Hannah's dainty hand while speaking. He wanted to hold it. Hannah moved to the side to evade him. "What do you want?" "Hehe, what do I want? I just want to give you a lift home, but it's not only you. I can give all of you a lift home." He saw how Hannah had easily avoided his hand. However, Drift was unperturbed. He reached out his lecherous hand once more.

He chattered on restlessly “okay calm down honey, we’ll head to the temple after breakfast, so go take a wash and I’ll be done in a few moments.” Genevieve said as she straightened his hair, she then stared at his eyes, instead of it being green like hers or that of any other Hunter they were blue but the shade was so faint it almost looked like white, it looked extremely beautiful and captivating but it was for this very reason several people wanted him dead, he was different from everyone else and they were scared of it.

Jet wings sliced dawn's gold over Pacific indigo, Tokyo skyline sharpening steel fangs below. Kenji's hand rested possessively on my thigh through jewel silk, obsidian eyes scanning clouds like threats. Mahogany skin still hummed jet-bedroom echoes—silk ties' bite, his gravel claims—but hazel locked forward, dissecting the descent. Eiko's gambit dust, his two-year stalk confessed fuel now, not chain. Tokyo loomed as an empire's heart, where dragons forged or fell.

She scrolls through while reading their names. “Bitan… Furuōgi… Rokurokubi… no wait maybe it’s in the other folder.” She says and switches to the other folder to search for it. “Here it is!” she says while comparing the photo of a Tako nyūdō to the tentacle monster that they had encountered. [Author’s Note: Tako nyūdō is an octopus like yokai which is quite similar to the one they encountered… The octopus is a direct translation for Tako. I don’t know what the other thing means to be honest.]

Her eyes are as deep a blue as I remember. "Hi. I'm Layla Ambrigino! Your father hired me to watch Lorie while you were away. It's nice to finally meet you!" Layla says as she extends her hand out to me shaking me from my day dream. Does she not remember who I am? I think to myself as a sadness fills my chest. I quickly reach out and take her hand in mine. Her skin is soft and cool to the touch and I find myself not wanting to let go. "I am Nicolae Draven. It's a pleasure to meet you Layla. I want to apologize for my father leaving so abruptly and leaving you two alone." I reply with a forced smile.

And being Phantoms, both Ren and Yuri knew this well. Tohya sighed. It’ll be a miracle in the making the day that he actually sees those two blocks of wood get together. He and Sunny actually have an ongoing bet about this. * * * * Yuri didn’t talk to Ren for a whole month after that. But it didn’t really matter anyway, especially since Ren was sent by Riou to the Kanagawa prefecture of Japan to investigate a case of several of the Drifters, the regular assassins of Hati, who have gone missing mysteriously. It was like they had just disappeared into thin air as no one had seen hide nor hair of them.

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

Urrgh, Delldora is the most dangerous person in Hana's world. Hana's mind went blank as Delldora stroked her breast area, making circular motions with his fingers. "Boss.. ngh" "Call my name, Hana. Didn't you call my name many times last night?" Delldora whispered in a sexy voice, licking Hana's ear. Makes she really give up if Delldora drags her back to bed "Nghh.. ok..ok..okay.. please stop it, Dells.." Delldora smiled sweetly when he heard Hana call his name. He finally let go of Hana, trying hard not to 'attack' the girl back when he saw Hana's adorable red face.