Yu Shimamura Novels & Stories

Jayce What can more can be more satisfying than a hot shower when every part of you is aching from lack of sleep and day-to-day hustle. I groaned as the warm water touched my naked body, warning all the distress away from me. Something a little hot can make such a difference in our lives, something that we unsee on a daily basis. Things that might be normal for one but for a luxury that barely can’t afford. I smiled, remembering the feeling of Liam’s small, fragile body. Today was surprisingly weird and quite a hustle but in a good way.

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

Then Nimura says to him that maybe he can't tell him about it since it was something secret. When hear that from Nimura, Suzuki then says to Nimura that maybe he will know the answer later. Because the girl that he was looking at was one of the person who will appear at the event. Nimura was so shocked by it, he asks Suzuki "Wait, Is her was someone that involved in the kind of artistic things?" Suzuki tells Nimura that it was not and says "It just she was an actress. Well, just forget about it." Nimura was just so shocked when he know that girl was an actress. So he can confirm that maybe it was not Ageru. He asks Suzuki "Did the host of the event that invites her to the event or did she ju

The interior reflects the wealth in a minimalist way, which is actually pleasant to look at. “Alpha Fenriz, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Takahashi Itsamu, Homura’s husband, comes out to greet us when we sit down to have tea. Slipping his arm around his wife, he gives me a look that says he’s not scared of me. Cute.

"Good night Itsumi." "Have a splendid night rest dear." "You too," she replied them and dashed upstairs. **** ~Akamine's Residence~ Yuki Akamine sat in front of her laptop screen as she surfed the net. She stopped what she was doing and picked up her phone. Her fingers found their way to the gallery icon and scrolled through the pictures. There were tons of pictures in her cell. Most of them were pictures of Sasuke and Sakiko. Her eyes darkened as she gazed at one particular picture. It was a picture of Sasuke and Sakiko in class. He looked at her with a pleading expression while she glared at him.

replied Gerald in a casual tone. “I see… I go by Futaba Fujiko, and I’m part of Japan’s special forces. I’m here to participate in a special forces competition. Unfortunately, I somehow ended up getting sneak attacked by enemies of my family. Had you not stepped in, I would’ve surely died back there…” explained Fujiko as she shook her head.

Raiken caught my arm. What did you see? Before I could answer, Kiyomi reached into her sleeve. She pulled out a folded strip of black paper. Hayate stared at it. Where did you get that? I do not know. The paper opened by itself. Silver words burned across it. DO NOT TRUST SHIGURE. HE KILLED AYAME THE FIRST TIME. Scene 69: Hidden Messages The paper caught fire in Kiyomi’s hand. She dropped it. Black flame curled across the bridge but did not consume the words.

Uche had killed her. “Where am I?” She looked past the woman, towards the animal skin hanging on the wall. There were at least six of them, different skins from different animals. “We are in Ame. But far from the rest of the village. You don’t have to worry, only few people pass through this route in months. And given your history and status, I don’t think anyone is going to miss you, no offense” “None was taken,” Ejima said, as a sudden cold wrapped her. She was staring at the wizened woman now. Her accent was strange, and the shash hanging on her shoulders suggested that she was not from around here. Yet the woman seemed to know everything about her.