Yui Hirasawa Novels & Stories

A deep voice husked and her eyes shot straight to meet with jade green ones and she tensed up. The guy was now facing her as he lazily leaned against the slab. She was taken off-guard by his looks. He appears to be a complete replica of Rasmus. His height and build were the same, massive, and impressive as Rasmus, but this guy has jade green eyes, so cold and cruel. There was a tribal tattoo starting from the left of his neck and disappearing into his grey T which aligned with his muscular body like a second skin, she noticed the words tattooed on the knuckles of his left hand.

She spilled cola on Kenichi's guitar when he didn't return her interest. Agawa- From Iceland and a college student, his ash blonde hair is natural. He plays bass, doesn't like listening to those he doesn't respect. Only respects people who have decent skill in music. Is popular among the ladies and has a fan club. Hagihara- A bald and tall young man who wears tinted glasses, is he a fan of Satoshi or he simply just shy? He tends to wear all black and his deep voice can unnerve many but unlike his appearance, he's actually a kind fellow and is often cleaning up Akemi's messes and misunderstandings. A mediator.

This was definitely a big deal. "And who are you?" She asked, "It is I, Crown Prince Adam Mustapha, Son of King Umar Farouk Mustapha," he spoke. "I see, your highness, and why have you summoned me?" She asked. "To re-negotiate our terms." He stated point-blank, and she began to laugh. "Little boy, what is there to negotiate?" She asked. "The life of my people, the survival of Lafiya, and the quality of living of my people in Rayuwa." He stated.

his words were cut off by Nat shoving a piece of sushi into his mouth. "Adam talks way too much sometimes," she said with a sympathetic shake of her head. "It's okay. Higan is also pretty blunt," I said. "It's called being honest," Higan corrected as he walked into the room and sat next to me. "I walk away for a moment and you are ready to slander me." I tensed when he rested his hand a little too high on my thigh, the balls of his fingers dipped into my inner thigh. I looked at the couple in front of me. They were talking about something and did not pay us any mind so, I relaxed a little.

Charlie suddenly thought of something and he told Yahiko, “By the way, Mr. Ito, I will have to trouble you to help me to do something else.” Yahiko hurriedly replied, “Please tell me what it is.” Charlie replied, “What is the name of the vice-chairman of Nippon Steel who was negotiating the terms of the contract with Jasmine before this? Is he called Hashimoto Kazumi?” “Yes.” Yahiko nodded and said, “His name is Hashimoto Kazumi!”

"You like it?" "Yes, it's so beautiful." I said with a smile, my eyes still mesmerized by the beauty before me. "You are beautiful." I turned to look at him and he gave me a sweet smile. My heart is going crazy and I understand why. This handsome man is blurting out sweet words that every girls want to hear. "Good evening, here's your menu. Call me whenever you have your orders ready." Luck is on my side when the waiter spoke. Cyrus did not say anything so I did.

Milkyway Galaxy, outside the solar system A young man with symmetrical and sharp facial features stood in front of a small group of ten. His hair was white as was the beard he let grow in both sides of his cheek and his jaw. On both sides of his head, his ears looked as if covered by a seal, and long antennas stretched from them reaching an inch above his head. He had his right hand resting on the left part of his chest and on it was the beautiful life-like tattoo of a white lotus.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

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.

The boy grumbled and disappeared through the leaves. Ejima continued to pick up the yams, not knowing why her husband would want to distract her from this work. It was his responsibility to harvest the yams, but she had opted to do it herself because the King had invited him. Picking up some cassava leaves that had fallen, she covered her basket but paused when she heard the approaching footfalls. "Morning rose," Someone said. Ejima's bulging stomach jutted when she heard the sweet voice. "I was coming to meet you, my love,"