Romans & histoires Yui Morikawa

“Tell me who you are exactly… Please…” “I am Colum Toiba, the son of the late minister Toiba.” Morrigan’s lips quivered as her knees turned to jelly. Her body crashed on the cold marble floor of the ballroom, but the sword of the man in front of her never left her neck. “You are Colum Toiba…” She said in an almost hushed voice, she started to shake her head frantically as tears streamed down her face non-stop. Colfre looked at the guards in front of him. “Dismiss everyone in the room, the celebration is over.” He said with a roaring authoritative voice. The guards started to push the crowd out of the large double doors. But Morrigan remained there, slumped on the floor, muttering things unde

- she added after a moment, resigned. - So I understand that Kai Ichatashiko is attractive to you?- Yumiko asked with a slight smile. - I didn't say that.- Miyuki tried to defend herself.- I mean, objectively speaking, he's not ugly. But I don't feel any attraction towards him. Kai Ichatashiko is just my psychologist, a doctor that's supposed to cure me.- she explained at the end.

- Laini Taylor, Strange the Dreamer * * * * Ren Shibasaki didn’t turn around from his position before the gravestone of Tatsuya Fujiyama even when the sound of light crunch of gravel beneath shoes reached his ears. He merely stood there, eyeing the words engraved in the gravestone, with his hands stuffed in his pockets even when he knew Yuri and Tohya were both standing behind him. It was when Yuri sighed when he finally turned around. “I hope that we aren’t intruding,” she said apologetically.

"I don't like that kind of competition. Racing is not my cup of tea. At that time, I just found someone I knew, so I focused on your goddess. But, no. You can watch it without me." "All right then. I'll watch some of the competitions. She said she had missed out on a lot because of racing. She wants to focus on her expertise in AI because she said she got an offer from an AI master from Japan. Do you know him? Satou Hiroshi, he's going to make my goddess his student," Zac said excitedly, but Moira just rolled her eyes without interest.

His gaze briefly paused on her exquisite facial features before saying, "You're one of the elites from the Shinto Way challenging the Martial Arts Alliance, aren't you?" "You have good eyes. No wonder you're so bold," the woman scoffed. "I'm one of the Three Primary Disciples of Shinto Way, Mitsuki Fujiwara. I have defeated half of the so-called prodigies from your country's Martial Arts Alliance. I was going to defeat a few more, but your challenge has ruined my plans."

" My heartbeats have now gone crazier. Each question makes my heart pound louder in my ears that I no longer hear my voice. "It's taken care of, long before Mr. Mori's entry." I pull up a deep breath, exhaling it slowly to calm down my nerves. "Remember, Miss Sahara, Mr. Mori works for the Yamaguchi-Gumi group, known as the Yakuza."

I'm stunned by her use of my proper extensive name and not quite sure how to answer. Tyboll, also with long hair and a decided spark in his eyes, steps around Veda and places his hand out. "Forgive my mate, she loves full titles." The she-bear playfully slaps his arm. "Please call us Tyboll and Veda and we shall call you simply Sierra," he says.

When he bottomed out, his hips flush against her ass, they both groaned. “So tight,” he growled. “So perfect for me.” He began to move in slow, deep strokes that made her feel every ridge and vein. The counter creaked softly beneath them. Yuji reached around to rub her clit while fucking her, whispering filthy endearments in Japanese: “Kimochi ii… your pussy is sucking me in. Such a naughty little waitress, letting me fuck you where you serve tea.” Aiko’s moans grew louder and more broken. “Yuji… harder… please… ahh! Iku… I’m going to cum again!”

“Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.” The name didn’t ring a bell, though something about it made my wolf stir uneasily. “Mr. D’Amaris,” I said carefully, returning his smile. “And what brings you here? I was told that you were interested in an investment proposal.” “I heard of your plans for a new independent firm,” he said, his gaze sharp but warm enough to disarm. “A bold vision, Luna. I admire that. I’d like to be your first investor, if you’ll have me. Given that I am not from your council, I believe that having something of your own should give you a bit of an advantage.”

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.”