Tomioka Novels & Stories

Toni couldn't help saying, "But you still eat them. Doesn't that make you a cannibal?" "I prefer the term carnivore. Dead meat is dead meat. I'm not saying it makes the most appetizing of meals, but it's necessary if the essence isn't to go to waste." "But you're already so strong now. Why keep eating? Couldn't you just bury him? Don't you have enough power?" Toni tried to reconcile the ardent lover with the unrepentant cannibal. It was hard. On the one hand, his dark side repulsed her. His very nature disgusted her. Yet, outwardly he remained the same: handsome, engaging, and still her only viable choice aside from Marc.

I saw a new shop, this shop was not there before. "Which shop is this?" I asked Tomo. "Just wait and see," Tomo said. We entered inside and it was the old man, the man that made ramen! I jumped up with tears of Joy and shouted, "Bokuwa Skida Tomo Chan!" (It means I love you in English) She then laughed, the old man was apparently with us in the ship all his while and I had no idea. I was literally wayward and did not notice but that is not the point. He was here and he was already teaching others ho to make ramen!

Deym! "Are you listening to me?" "No." He let out a big sigh "good" "What am I asking again?.... Oh your real name." "It's james Arthur Gideon Rosen-Hower" "You're kidding right? That is not an address right? It is really your name? " "Why would I lie about my name?" "Forget it. What are the names of the food you ordered because I am not familiar with them" He told me that these are japanese food and Sashimi, sushi and maki is his favorite and I should eat it in one bite. Tonkatsu is basically like a breaded pork on top of a seasoned rice with a sweet sauce on top of it.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

Summitomo is a financial giant that manages retail and investments, whereas Sonny is well-known for technology and gaming. Akiko didn’t even want to imagine the combined value of those two companies. They were clearly above Shingi Fusaya, which Akiko had already considered quite impressive. “That’s why we can’t be late,” Kyoko added, reinforcing the point for Akiko, who had been dragging her feet earlier. Akiko wanted to argue that they still had plenty of time, but Mori cut her off with a wave of his hand, signaling Akiko and Kyoko to step aside from the path and line up along the edge of the road.

Tomi Hideki: The Prankster "Number four, Tomi Hideki – the 'Man with Many Pranks'," she read, her eyebrows shooting up. "He's half Filipino, half Japanese, and the second son of the Hideki Clan, a Mafia boss in Japan. He's the Strategy Head of Knights Advertising, with a mind that's always plotting and scheming." She chuckled, a shiver running down her spine. "He loves to prank people, and it's all fun and games for him. But a Mafia boss's son? Yikes! What if I do something he doesn't like? He might send me to Japan and chop off my fingers!" She clutched her hands to her chest, a wave of fear washing over her. "He's handsome, with those piercing black eyes, but I'm not risking my life for a

Inside Myōran Middle School’s grand auditorium, Takuto Kimura stood at the defense podium, his back illuminated by the rotating 3D data model titled “The Economic Impact of Japan’s Declining Birthrate by 2050.” The shimmering graphs and projections danced across the screen, capturing the audience’s full attention.

The quiet in Jace’s cabin felt suffocating, wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. My mind churned, replaying every word he had said, trying to make sense of the impossible. My breath was uneven, my pulse still racing from the weight of the truth. **Omega.**

"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.

He was dressed in a tuxedo and was holding two glasses of drinks with a nice smile which he found strange because it was appealing to him, he waved it at the back of his mind and returned the smile "honestly, they are worst than a bug." The young man laughed softly at his joke before handing him a drink to which he collected, "allow me to introduce myself Mr. Boron, I am Oliver Simon, at your service" he did a dramatic bow which Kane must admit was a little funny since it wasn't necessary. "And what will be your service be to me Mr. Simon?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and a faint smile on his lips. "To drive the pests away of course but you must be ready to pay me handsomely."