Toshiro Momo Novels & Stories

Third Young Master: Who knows? If I knew, would I bother? Love My Mommy The Most: You're strong! Beasts are truly impulsive. Third Young Master: You brat, watch your mouth, I might turn against you. Love My Mommy The Most: Aha, you're probably searching for my ID now. There are 1001 million IDs. You're going after them one by one, who knows, you might find out me among them. Third Young Master: ...

A young woman walked out of a room that seemed to be the kitchen as a heat wave accompanied by several delicious aroma spread out the moment she opened the door, she had an apron hanging from her neck and tied to her waist, her brown auburn hair danced on her shoulder like waves, her emerald green eyes twinkled as she smiled at the overexcited kid. “Marcus stop running around or you might get injured.” Genevieve said with a smile but Marcus didn’t stop instead he began to shout and jump around more wildly “Yay, I’m finally seven!” he kept yelling as he ran, he then ran towards his mom and jumped into her arms “Mom, I can finally receive the Hunter god’s blessing and move through the shadows

His deep voice stopped me in my tracks. I stood before him, dumbfounded by the words that fell out. Even though Momo was like a little brother to me, my father cherished him far more than I had ever. Where was this coming from? "Dad, Momo is …" He lifted his hand, smacking me on the face. My hand found my face, caressing the itch it had caused. I didn't feel pain, but my heart ached that he had retorted to violence. "Momo is bad news. His siblings killed twenty of the town's men, he alone murdered his siblings and almost took down the monster who attacked their house. He was a monster."

She looked at Lucas, and when she wanted to say something, Lucas shook his head at her. Lucas wanted to explain himself, but Momo’s mother turned to the old man and laughed apologetically, “Sorry, Mr. Grey, children these days don’t have any manners. See, my Momo is so beautiful that even her driver is claiming to be her husband. She is so rich that she even has her own personal driver.” Mr. Grey nodded in understanding, “So, he is just a mere driver? For once, I thought that my beautiful Momo had betrayed me.”

Shirosaki Yuusei sat alone in his modern apartment, the silence broken only by the gentle hum of the air conditioner. His lover, Momose, had been gone for a week now, sent on a high-stakes assignment that would keep him away for two more. The emptiness of the place was palpable, a physical ache that Shirosaki could feel in his chest.

"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."

With only smell, he can tell what someone put in any drink or any food. Ishida Kazumi – The wife of Masayuki who worked as a model in her youth. Ishida Yoshiro – The extremely capable son of Masayuki and Kazumi. He is the front-runner to become the new supreme Boss.

Emily! Mommy's archenemy! Todd clenched his fingers and said slowly, "Mommy, I'll go with you." Haley calmly replied, "You skipped class this morning, and Heidi is already upset. Be good and focus on your schoolwork." Todd lowered his head, his eyes filled with despair. He was too young; he knew he had to obey his mom’s words. But he couldn't just let her go alone to the DeRoss family. Todd took a deep breath and tapped his fingers on the keyboard. Haley heard the sound of him typing and guessed what Todd was doing. If it were before, she would definitely stop him.

Harvey instantly figured out his identity at that moment. He was the spokesperson of the Toyotomi family, one of the four great families of the Island Nations—Naruse!

"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.