Yoimiya X Ayaka Mga Nobela at Kwento

Not so subtly reminding me, that while she’s not Yon, Nema does run with a group I can’t stand. I blink trying to process the unprecedented situation. Not having an answer for either female vying for my attention, right at the moment Aya steals my ice cream cone. “Hiro,” the little whimper sends a jolt through my system. The name, as much as the way she says it, is unique to Ayame—with a little curl on the r in her accent. I note that Tien’s knee goes up in the same manner mine is. We’re guys. We don’t call each other out on natural responses. But I’m still pretty clueless over what ice cream has to do with sex.

James looked at Wyot and said, “You’re no match for me. You should leave with Yemima.” Wyot turned around and looked at Yemima, who had tears rolling down her cheeks. He roared, “You want me to just take her?! How will other people look at me? How will I hold my head high in the future?!!” Yemima could no longer stand the situation. She stepped forward and shouted, “Enough!” Her voice echoed in the dojo. Then, she slowly stepped forward and stopped before Wyot and James.

“I need your oath that you won’t tell another soul. I haven’t even told my best friend yet, but I need someone here to help me and I trust you the most.” I watched multiple emotions fly across her face. It was hard to tell with her dark complexion, but she looked a little pale. “Okay. I, Toya Argara from the Malawi pack, promise to keep everything you are about to tell me between us. I won’t share this with anyone, even under torture or command, until you release my oath.” I waited until the words sunk in and nodded. “Thank you.” I smiled and waved her hand. “You have become my closest friend here, Amy. We may have best friend’s back home, but here you are, mine.”