Tomaki Novels & Stories

"One soup three dishes?" The chef nodded, then used his hands to point. "Miso Soup, grilled fish, Tagamo-yaki, also known as omelet, Nimono and Tsukemono, you call them vegetables. Then, last but not the least, a pot of high-grade sencha green tea." "I call this brilliance," Caine said, rubbing his plans together. "What's your name, chef?" I asked. "Chef Toba," he answered with a hand to his chest and a bow.

She waved and smiled. Arlo continued, "and this big guy over here is Tom. He'll be captaining the other raft." He motioned toward a tall, well-muscled man with wavy brown hair and a beard. The guy reminded me of Magnum PI. "Tom is from New Zealand and can teach you all sorts of cool Kiwi phrases." "Right you are," Tom said with a very pronounced Kiwi accent and a broad smile.

The two times that I had gone to the bar in the company of several colleagues, he had been there, of course talking and laughing with Eva and going to her office on business and both times, I had left after 10 minutes, and since then I hadn’t gone to that place anymore. Of course, it wasn't just in there, no, of course not. Last week I went out to eat with several women from the company at a popular Japanese restaurant two blocks from Be productive, when I turned my gaze to a corner and met with amused feminine eyes, while her companion smiled at her really comfortable. Yes. I’m talking about Mark and Jessica. Jessica the bitch. The only thing missing was her tail and her barking. The nigiri

narinig ko pang wika ni Papa habang nakatungo pa rin ako't nakasapo sa noo. "Pa naman!" paghihimutok ko na lamang kaya't umalingawngaw sa buong silid ang kanilang tawanan at pang-aasar. Bwisit. Mukhang suportadong-suportado pa nila ang abong ito, ah? *** "HERE’S your Okinawa Milk tea, sir! Thank you for choosing AesTEAtic milk tea to satisfy your cravings. You made the right choice!" masigla kong bati sabay abot kay Sir Trevor ng order niya.

I'm with these four hot guys, and my heart is throbbing fast. I feel someone shoulder me, and it's Takeshi. I look at him, "Mimo, what would you like to order?" He shows me the menu, and I look at what I should order. I can't decide what to pick, and I just pointed the beef ramen. "Can I have this?" I face him and smile at him, and he bites his lower lips and smile. "This is my favorite. Let me order this now." He pauses and gives the menu to Mr. Marble. I glance at him, and he looks at me like he wants to eat me.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

The members didn’t call her by her name, so this must be a friend and a new face in the house because he hadn’t seen him before. “Who are you?” he asked Takashi which shocked him. “….I’m…..” “He’s Takashi Fujiwara. A new recruit”. “Any relation to Dai Fujiwara?” “Yes” Megumi answered before Takashi could. “Good to know” “This is Kenji” she told Takashi. “He’ll be here for a while”. Takashi shook his head. “You can call us friends” Kenji said. “We aren’t friends!” Megumi spat.

His good look’s just a bonus; his love for black clothes, and gothic rings and necklaces which she personally loves. His simple semi-short hair, which he usually styles into half updo with a black hairclip, added more appeal along with his fancy chromatic glasses. Truly, Takumi has an eye condition which limits him from seeing specific colors than those which have normal eyesight—quite rare—something Theresa wanted to learn about. Tomoya dashed towards the see-through door and opened it for his cousin then the both of them directed towards her. “Looking all good, ah?” Tomoya grinned the moment he sat on the other side; specifically in front of Theresa who had all the intentions of ignoring h

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

Troy left the room quickly, his mouth felt dry; cotton mouth. Probably a side effect of what Dr. Barren had just given him or what he'd been given yesterday. He decided to go up to the cafeteria for something to drink. He was thinking of ways to sneak into one of the private offices to use the phone when he saw Jace and a heavily made up Goth girl sitting at a table playing cards.