Vocaloid Akita Novels & Stories

Akira laughs at my jokes; I mean really my jokes aren't the least bit funny. Through her laughter, Akira seems to have trouble replying, "Cadma, I'm pretty sure it's more than that. It's like the gods see us and somehow, they take a part of our soul with their wolf. A male and a female are created. This way, they are both the same soul, and only true love and perfection can be found when they are bonded. You're empty without that soulmate."

CHAPTER 1 Lily's POV PIZA to eiga wo ogoriatta Mukashi wo barashiatta Himitsu wa mou naitte KURABU de battariattara Naiteta yo kimi ga otoko no yoko de ...I'm a dummy >Lily's Alarm (Limit Control - Dummy)

["No host, it was a case of mistaken identity. They sent the original owner to the wrong seat at the restaurant." "Come out Daisuke so that I can beat you to death." ["But host, now all you have to do is avoid that restaurant."] "You just wait if I don't beat you to shreds when I arrive back my name isn't Akira Yuuto." ["My master would not allow you to beat me while he is around."] "But he is never there when I get back from the worlds, excellent time to beat you." ["My beloved host has mercy on this poor system.]"

If only her husband would give her this one chance, who knows what would happen? “You must have mud in your ears,” A voice said. Ejima turned her attention to the woman standing some paces away from her. She was dark-skinned and stood closer to the ground, using a dried cedar branch as a walking stick. Her name was Adaku, one of the village midwives. “Good afternoon…I mean…good evening, ma.” Ejima fumbled with words but hoped to keep her face stern. The crease on the older woman’s face deepened.

He thought for a second, smiled at his hunch and renamed her contact. Kitsune is who she is! A dodgy red demon with a fan of tails. A werewolf who creates illusions indistinguishable from reality. From that moment on, he called it that only - Kitsune, Kit. Both the kitten and the Japanese fox shifter were all about that name.

“It’s old, but I found it yesterday. I think you’re gonna like it.” Silvia played it and gawked. Vector was just perfect. It was a guitar ballad, sang in English by Maaya Sakamoto, their favorite Japanese voice actress/singer since they were kids. Easy rhythm, her sweet voice, romantic lyrics. And while she replayed it, the images just popped up in her head. Absolutely. From that moment on, she started planning the clip itself. And she was surprised that, for once, her wild imagination stuck to scenes she could actually shoot.

For a few moments, Felix joined the pieces together in his head. "Oh, I see," he mumbled to himself, a small smile forming on his lips despite his efforts to not do so. His stare remained on the backs of the other two who were walking side-by-side. "They worked together before." "And as a present to my daughter, Katarina, who is turning eighteen today, I give you…" a deep voice was heard speaking into a microphone followed by the sound of shuffling footsteps. The crowd fell silent. "…Aiko! She is a human of uncommon race. From today onwards, you can do with her as you please!"