Yoh Asakura Novels & Stories

“Jacob! Ughh! That’s it!! You’re so huge, Jacob!!” “Fuck you!! Ughh! So fucking good, baby girl!! You’re a whore!” I tried to reach for his lips but he would always shove his face, causing my lips to drop on his chiseled jaw. I licked him with all my strength, sucking his skin and drawing my mark on his jaw and neck. Jacob felt it and that drove him into madness. “Fuck shit! I’m cumming, baby girll! Ughh!” “I’m cumming as well! Ughh! Jacob!!”

she said, her fingers already dancing across the screen. “Here's one, he's a lawyer who likes sushi. Too boring?” “Definitely,” Angela replied, already shaking her head. “Next one, he's a professional skateboarder that enjoys poetry,” Yuki read, raising an eyebrow. "A bit too much? What do you think, honey?” She turned to Angela. “Yeah, I don't think I could handle that level of cool,” Angela said with a laugh. “Alright, here's a Japanese guy who's an amateur chef and loves to travel. Could be a winner,” Yuki said with a wink.

a commanding voice rang out. The crowd parted, revealing Konta Yasuda, CEO of Yasuda Corporation, standing with a cold smile. Kiran raised an eyebrow, recognizing the man from the PowerHub Investment Group. Konta Yasuda, standing only 1.6 meters tall, was a thin man with sharp, cold eyes behind his glasses. Despite his stature, he exuded an imposing aura of authority. "Kiran, you may have defeated the Sunland Ninja Association before, but you will not leave Sunland alive this time."

What angered him more was that she was emotionally and mentally weak. Even if she looks fierce on the outside, he can’t fulfill her task if she’s fragile on the inside. “Fuck!” he growled soon as he entered the mini bar inside the royal house. He badly needed to drink a strong one to stop himself from destroying anything. He poured his glass of Spirytus Vodka and sipped on it. He sat on the couch as he savored the strong taste the Vodka drink could bring. He closed his eyes and tried to avert his thoughts from that girl.

she said, her fingers already dancing across the screen. “Here's one, he's a lawyer who likes sushi. Too boring?” “Definitely,” Angela replied, already shaking her head. “Next one, he's a professional skateboarder that enjoys poetry,” Yuki read, raising an eyebrow. "A bit too much? What do you think, honey?” She turned to Angela. “Yeah, I don't think I could handle that level of cool,” Angela said with a laugh. “Alright, here's a Japanese guy who's an amateur chef and loves to travel. Could be a winner,” Yuki said with a wink.

I chuckled breathlessly, blinking back the emotion that prickled behind my eyes. “Now, I’d definitely puke on everyone.” She grinned, making it nearly impossible to remain nervous and fearful. “Would you mind if I borrowed our Luna?” Asher’s gravelly voice slid up my spine, wrapping around my neck as it filtered through my ears. I turned and tried not to lose my breath entirely. His usually messy hair was styled, paired perfectly with the button-down shirt and slacks he wore. The dark colored clothing made the unusual shade of gold in his eyes stand out, swirling and churning with the darkness in them.

Before she could even stand up straight, Harvey sent her flying with a rough kick and kept her lying on the deck like a dead dog. Sakura was so infuriated, she almost broke a tooth from gritting her teeth so harshly. “You’re only this arrogant because you don’t know who my sensei is, Harvey!” “He’s Akio Yashiro! The legendary Akio Yashiro!” “Are you scared now?” However, Harvey remained emotionless even after hearing the name. He felt nothing. Whether it be the Emperor of Island Nations or Akio Yashiro, they were nobodies undeserving of his attention.

Ryu’s voice deepened. His whole body was covered in blood, his eyes glowing red like a true monster; even my father couldn’t make his eyes look so intimidating. “I am the Alpha; I am Ryu, and I am a predator who feeds on his enemies like prey.”

He seems nervous, as he regards me, his hands trembling ever so slightly. "You're in the immortal lands, in my home. My name is Aspen, Alpha Asher's brother," he explains. I'm shocked into silence for a long second. From what I remember about Alpha Asher, he has the same cut jawline and sloping cheekbones. There eyes are marginally different; as is their hair. Aspen's hair is slightly less disheveled and a soft, wood brown. "Immortal lands," I say slowly, giving my mind time to process that. "Are you immortal?"

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Kaen Tsukishima.”