Toradora Novels & Stories

He glanced over at us and then smiled fondly towards the woman that brought us up here. "Thank you for bringing them. Go help your sisters outside will you?" She gave him a loving look then bowed before she left quickly. Toru watched her then gave the man an adoring, almost worshipping look. He ran up to him and tackled him into a hug, laughing happily. The man smiled and rubbed his head. "Ritoru," he mumbled and then smiled. "Welcome home. I'm glad you made it. I was getting worried.... You've never been outside the garden yet, and I wasn't sure if you'd be able to find your way back, but it looks like you've gotten some help." He looked towards me then, inspecting me. Toru glanced at me th

If anything I had learned from the warriors was that mercy was never an option in a fight. As Hunter lead me inside, my eyes began noticing how many people were actually there. It seemed like all the warriors had gathered for some reason and by looking at Hunter I knew that he had some hint about why everyone was gathered like this. As we stood in front of the crowd, the feel of the stares from the fighters and mixed among the warriors the jealously filled eyes of a few women fixated on me. "For those of you who haven't got the chance to meet the Luna," Hunter slid his hand around my waist pulling me close to him, "Meet the Luna of Silvercrest pack, Aria Wilson; My mate."

He shouted but that slight distraction cost him everything else as the monster caught up with him and with a swipe of its claws it grabbed him, being a man who won’t resign to fate easily, Elliot roared as he hurled his spear with every ounce of strength left in him, the spear surged forward gracefully, the centipede wanted to dodge but it was too late as the spear lodged itself into one of its beady eyes causing a black fluid to gush out like a fountain, the monster roared in agony causing it to clap its pincer tightly and trash around violently. Amelia felt her knees go weak as she saw what was going on and was unable to do anything about it, tears streamed down her face freely when sudden

"Takanashi-kun, are you bad with that boy?" Takanashi was startled and looked at the young man who suddenly talked to him. He let out a long sigh and said, "Souma-san, don't talk startle me..." He was helpless but didn't say too much since he was a bit scared of this young man. Souma looked in the direction of Monica and Togo but raised his eyebrow. "What's wrong, Souma-san, do you know them?" Takanashi asked. Souma's eyes opened slightly and said, "The woman is fairly famous, she is the "Merchant of Death", the famous weapon dealer, Togo Tomari."

“Fuck!” I cursed silently as I fisted my hands with anger when Matthew Laqueza showed the picture of the man I hated the most. A week has passed since we all met. We are currently discussing information about the enemy to better prepare our moves. "Farro Roque is in charge of the weapons and women they sell on the black market," he said while looking at him seriously. "He's living here in Manila," he added. My forehead knotted at what he just said. I couldn't avoid looking at him badly because of my overflowing emotions.

“Beer, thanks. That’s how you talk with them?” “Yeah, I can tell who’s speaking depending on which app on which device they use,” I replied from the fridge. “That’s smart.” Only then he actually looked at the bowl and the powder-free, gluten-free, flavor-free, food-free tortillas. “You cooked this?” “Yeah, why? What’s wrong?” “Nothing. It’s fucking perfect.” He shook his head slowly, smiling. “I really could get used to this.” I brought our drinks to the table and kissed his hair on the way to my chair.

The Witches of Fortuna had arrived. Chaos erupted. Milak summoned a barrier of wind, pushing the intruders back, but they countered with dark magic, shattering his defenses. Zara's healing light flared, attempting to protect her family, but the Fortuna witches were relentless, their powers fueled by malice and a thirst for domination. "Run, Aqua!" Zara cried, her voice breaking with desperation. She pushed Aqua towards the back door, her eyes pleading. "Go to Aunt Cleo!"

Ryutaro’s carefully cultivated image as the sandbox’s top dog was crumbling before his very eyes. In a fit of rage, Ryutaro unleashed his ultimate move: The "Dinosaur Charge." It was fast, it was furious, and it was completely terrifying to anyone within a 10-foot radius. Takuto, in a desperate bid to avoid being trampled, dodged to the side—but, unfortunately, his long pants betrayed him. With an epic, almost poetic flair, he tripped over his own legs and fell straight into Ryutaro, who, in his own panic, lost control of his attack.

They had suddenly become insecure, panicking at the slightest touch. "Welcome great members of the Deadly Fang Pack!" Ryu exclaimed as he approached the corridor. "Great Deadly Fangs," they chanted till his voice came into play. "Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves.".

That meant the building was too empty, or someone had made sure it stayed that way. He opened the second folded paper with shaking fingers. Adrian saw him. “Lucas, not now.” Lucas ignored him. The paper was a record, not a letter. Names. Numbers. Dates. A company stamp. His eyes moved across the page until one line caught him. Payment approved. His breath stopped. The company name was not Chase Dominion, not yet. It was older. Smaller. But beside it, in neat print, was Adrian’s name. Adrian Chase.