Yui Komori Novels & Stories

Ryu opened the door to the studio for Yuka to come in first. "Thanks." Said Yuka shyly as she goes in. " Yuka!" Nato greeted as he walked toward Yuka and hugged her. "Guys, this is my cousin Yuka. Yuka these are my bandmates and friends Tomo and Ishi." Nato said. "Hi, Yuka!" Said Tomo. "Nice to meet you," Ishi said smiling from across the room where they were seating.

-I do not understand what it says, I checked the staff papers before arriving and there is nothing out of what you asked- -So what have I got before me?- He noticed the petite, slim woman with crystalline golden eyes and an ordinary face framed in short, shiny dark hair. Leo studied the woman for a few seconds and found nothing strange. He recognized it, remembering the image in his file. Silver Miller, Head of Design Department, 23, Beta. Just in case he checked her neck and found nothing but a thin, unadorned gold chain. Not even the characteristic protective necklace of omegas and even less the trace of a supposed brand.

Cai Kang sat at the couch while Fukuna got snacks. "I hope you still like oranges." She smiles as she brought in a tray full of oranges. "I got to go to work now. I'll see you guys later." She says and quickly leaves the apartment. While Cai Kang started peeling the fruit from the tray, Ryosuke got his notes. “That pearl you saw in Akihabara is called a Yeouiju.” Ryosuke told Cai Kang. “A yeouiju? Even in our world, it is quite legendary.” Cai Kang astonishes.

It was the emblem of Four Ocean Commerce Guild. Excited, Yuri fell to his knees right before the man. “I am Yuri Kosky, the president of Lilyrose Commerce Guild. I’m pleased to meet you, Mr. Kang.”

Yumi found her cute as she laughed at her. “Kawaii,” Yumi smiled widely as she praised Xiao’s cuteness which the latter somehow found it as a cringey thing; since, she’s not used to personal compliments. A lot of people have commended her gymnastics skills and the likes, and she have only seen those on television and magazines; but for her to receive casual compliments about herself, wasn’t something so usual. It rarely happens, and when it does, it truly makes her heart go big. She really liked receiving compliments, no one actually knew. She didn’t want to become big-headed about it, as she also didn’t want to be named as boastful, so the usual reaction she would be...

she asked. “Who are the two players you need to concentrate on?” He motioned toward a thick cloud of cigar smoke. A tight circle of conservative businessmen surrounded a man impeccably dressed in a gray suit and silk tie. “Hyoshi Komo is building the Japanese restaurant. His vote is key to gain the third partner in the waterfront deal.” “So, why don’t you go over there and give your pitch?” She plucked a salmon tart from the tray of a tuxedo-clad waiter and grabbed a glass of

The van stopped at a small hotel. The driver turned around, and Kai saw her clearly for the first time. Young, pretty, with golden eyes like a fox. "You're not human," Derek said, reaching for his knife. "How rude." She smiled. When she did, Kai saw her shadow on the wall. It had nine tails. "I'm Yuki. I'm a kitsune. A fox spirit. And I'm your help in Tokyo." "Jess didn't say her friend was a fox," Jeremy said.

Yahiko nodded and said, “His name is Hashimoto Kazumi!” Charlie sneered before he said, “I want you to send a few ninjas to kidnap him for me but they should not bring him here after kidnapping him. They can send him to the dock directly and put him into the cabin. I want to bring this scumbag back to Aurous Hill!” Yahiko replied without any hesitation at all, “Okay, Mr. Wade! I will make the arrangements for you now!” Although Kazumi was a high executive in Nippon Steel and could be regarded as a man of high status and power, he was still far behind compared to the Ito family.

wallet balance—¥1,048,576. The trio audibly gasped. “Three thousand yen per hour,” Kimura smiled sweetly. “Or…” He slowly opened his backpack. Like a magician revealing his final trick, out came: A Morita Group prototype game console (not yet released), Limited-edition sneakers from last year’s national championship, A gold-lined envelope containing year-long VIP passes to Koshien. Deal sealed. D-Day. The sun was barely up. Coach Kojima adjusted his mirrored sunglasses and scanned the lineup.

His mother and Kyomi’s mother had been close friends since university, and when the invitation for tea came, he had accepted with feigned indifference. The door slid open. “Fugishigoro-kun! You’re here!” Kyomi’s bright voice hit him like warm sake. She stood there in a soft, oversized cream sweater that slipped off one smooth shoulder and tiny cotton shorts that revealed the toned expanse of her thighs. Her long chestnut hair cascaded loosely down her back, and her large hazel eyes sparkled with mischief. At twenty-three, Kyomi was petite yet curvaceous, with full breasts that strained gently against her sweater and a smile that could disarm gods.