Vocaloid Yuma Novels & Stories

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Because right now, I am the lover of the Lord Yakuza. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ See you 👋 LOVE ALL❤️

I pouted my lips. "You're pretty with whatever you wear, Avianna. You don't have to worry," Zen said. I smiled, "Really?" They nodded. "Prettier than Professor Reina?" "Prettier," they simultaneously said. "The prettiest, actually," Zen added, in which Mirco nodded in agreement. Before I could say something in response, Yumi suddenly stood up which startled me. "I... I'm going. I'm already done," she muttered while holding her tray tightly.

“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.

“W-wow! Just what are you, Yumi? You didn’t get frozen up- In a flash, her hand is around his throat and crushing his windpipe in a cold grip, her head hanging low as the crown emits a soft white glow. And she’s throwing him across the cell, rising on her feet gradually. I feel it then, the condescending aura that encases her frame, an intense pressure that compresses over their whimpering form and surprisingly excluding the Luna and I. ‘M-mother?’ Hesitantly, I step forward, feeling the insane boost in the energy within me. She doesn’t move for a minute and soon, her head begins to rise, presenting her pale white expression and crystalline slate-blues that settles directly on me, the glacia

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

"You hit like a girl" "You! Let me go this instant! You ape! Stupid gorilla! I'll file a complaint against you! Let me down! You black bellied inconsiderate baboon! Elephant! Let me go! Let me go!" Yuuma's cries fell on deaf ears. Seiji even began to hum the tune of his favourite song to himself as he walked all the way back to the airport where he found Kai pacing up and down, extremely worried.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

Lady Yaleman said. “Thank you, grandma!” Ysabel replied excitedly. These words foreshadowed the possibility that Ysabel would be able to secure a high position for herself in the company. Grandma held Ysabel’s hand as they returned to the mansion. It was around this time that Yuma suddenly received a phone call. “What did you just say? Can you repeat yourself one more time?” The expression on Yuma’s face changed immediately. After hanging up, it seemed as though all color had been drained from Yuma’s face instantly.

The dagger in her hand expanded into a long sword that radiated with flames and she fiercely slashed toward the incoming spear. There was a loud explosion as both the spear and the blade shattered, turning into spiritual energy, and dispersing into the air. She had blocked the attack, but the chaotic impact of the attack tore her clothes, revealing a lot of skin. She looked like a mess. She then realized that she had not been facing one person. That was because she had faced two different forms of energy. Yumi was furious. She was a ninja art genius from Cherrytopia, a martial prodigy of the Senka family. She was a Sanctuary level expert at that.