Tokyo Revengers Artwork の小説・ストーリー

Quickly, I pulled off the t-shirt, revealing my upper body, only for Ariel to begin drooling uncontrollably. I never thought she'd stare at anything for so long with such bulging eyes. “What?” I cocked my head a little with a smile lingering on my lips. Ariel snickered, then lifted her right hand to caress my chest. I allowed her, watching her as she ran her fingers all over the aesthetic tattoo drawn on my chest. “It's beautiful Kevin. Just like you” her compliment did get me unaware, but it felt good.

He promised to make her happy if given a second chance. “Yeah, it’s been a while,” she responded. He looked hot and sizzling in his casual wearing a white v-neck t-shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. His massive chest was scratched by the t-shirt he was wearing. He smiled arrogantly at her. Oh, he knew that he was stimulating and it drove her mad that she couldn’t hide her admiration for him.

Caelum asked sharply. I frowned. “I don’t know. Maybe in one of my father’s old journals, I can't recall, I think It’s old. Ancient, maybe.” Soren nodded. “It has that look. The ink pattern’s too intricate to be modern, maybe symbolic.” Robin tilted her head. “It could just be an ordinary tattoo, a piece of body art.” Dane shook his head, his mouth tightening, “No, I don't think so, it doesn't feel that way.”

My repaired heart is only asking one thing from the day I became numb is Revenge. See u soon XAVIER REVENGE IS ON I am back for my VENGEANCE -Yours love with lots of hatred Jasmine

Shadow’s eyebrows shot up. “No one supposed to see them unless, they’re one of us,” Ren finally broke his silence. “When you said one of us, what’s that supposed to mean, Ren? What are you exactly?” Nirvana asked. “Our late Sensei Taiyo called them Reika and Kenshin.” When Ren undid the cufflink on his left wrist, the hair at the back of my neck started standing. He pulled the sleeve up his elbows and showed his glowing tattoos written in Japanese. My guess was they were runes, too. He ran his palm on the runes, causing Zarah and me to gasp. “Now you can see them. These are Fujin and Kazeshi.”

I got into rooms and managed to avoid the people moving around, they were all busy arranging the venue for the wedding to notice me anyway. But even if they saw me, I didn't care. I was going to kill anyone who stood in my way and the flame torch and gun I held in my hand made me feel invincible. I was going to burn her alive and I was going to savour every cry of her pain. The phone I held in my hand pinged and I rushed to look at it then gasped when I saw that it was a picture of Raphael lying on the floor with blood pooling all around his midriffs.

one fucker sneers, a vile grin stretching across his face. The other laughs, a sound devoid of any humanity. “Yeah, a few more minutes and—” They don’t get to finish. My blood boils, rage sharpens every sense. I look at Ares, the smirk on my face a silent promise of the pain I’m about to inflict. He makes a move as if to hold me back, a warning in his eyes, but it’s too late. I’m already stepping into the clearing, my presence an unspoken challenge. The warriors spin, surprise etched on their faces at my sudden appearance. “What the—”

I glanced at her retreating figure, then back at the vase, the desire for revenge burning hot in my chest. Without thinking, I rushed toward the vase, my hand wrapping around its base as I lifted it. My heart raced, my vision blurred by the tears that had begun to spill down my cheeks. I raised the vase above my head, ready to strike, but just as I was about to bring it down on her, a sudden grip tightened around my wrist.

He signaled for him to come over. Upon hearing that, Nina halted her movements. Her hand had frozen mid-wipe. "Isn't Calvin supposed to be the heir to Prosperous Group? Why is the heir turned into someone who goes by the last name Smith?" It was many people's first time seeing him, but they could tell that the future heir to Prosperous Group had an undeniable, commanding presence. Callum's youthful appearance belied the maturity and authority in his demeanor. I turned a deaf ear to Nina and looked around the room, noting that Calvin was still nowhere to be seen. It seemed like the show was about to kick off.

Since I had already spoken with the hospital director, the staff was cooperative and quick. The statement clearly showed that Mira had paid her fee at exactly 10:00 a.m. and then requested a refund at 11:50 a.m. Among the stack of refund slips, I easily pulled out hers, which was stamped “refunded” in bold letters at the bottom right. Then, I brought up the scan Mira had posted online and saved it to my phone before opening my gallery. The photo’s timestamp was plain as day: July 4th, 10:30 a.m.