Yuji Staring Novels & Stories

he exclaimed, his tiny finger tracing invisible lines in the air. We all laughed, and I could see the joy in Jiro’s eyes as he watched our youngest son. “That’s right, Yuuto,” Jiro said softly. “Those are stars, little one.” “Sparkles,” Yuuto repeated, his eyes wide in wonder. I chuckled, leaning over and kissing the top of his head. “Yes, sparkles.”

He glanced up looking as if it was the first time he saw me standing here. "Have you seen a brown haired girl, about this tall, really small with almost red eyes, through I think it's brown but the colour is very bright" I tried to explain all of Yuuki's characteristics all in one go as I remembered them. "Her eyes are slightly glazed so it seems like she's giving a blank stare. " The boy plastered a nervous smile scratching his head. I dreaded his answer. Yes, no, they killed her? She was here. Every minute he spent trying to weave together my puzzle made me restless.

When he zoomed in, he saw that their mouths were covered with dead skin. Yaoi's tears burst again and shouted to his mobile phone: "Mom and Dad! Can you hear me? Mom and Dad, say something!" Jiang Zeyan raised his pants, squatted down slowly, and watched the video with Yaoi: "Stop barking, they can't hear it. It's not an open voice video." Yaoi turned to see this strange and cold face, and his body began to tremble, and the unprecedented fear engulfed her.

Was it really—could it possibly be? By the time I reached outside, the bite of early morning air smacked me dead in the chest. And that's when I saw him. Yuki. Not YuYu. Not the disguise. Not the deception. Yuki, with his pale cheeks flushed, a strap of his bag slung loosely over one shoulder, staring dead ahead like he was trying to hold it together. My breath left my lungs. He looked like he’d just seen a ghost. Yuki’s POV

Sang-woo was back to training with Soo-ah, sparring lightly beneath the hanging lights. Yuri sat on the fountain, feet dangling into the cool water. Koji approached silently. “You used to whistle when you walked,” she said without looking. “I forgot how,” Koji replied. She turned. His hair was longer. A scar now curved across his cheek. But his eyes—those eyes hadn’t changed. “Ren okay?” she asked. “Healing. Regretful.” Yuri raised an eyebrow. “That’s a first.” Koji pulled a small leather case from his coat.

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!”

Then it bounced to the ground, bouncing down and down. When Yu Shijin came to the Middle School to look for Su Hui, what he saw was such a scene. His eyes were squinted, his eyes paused abruptly, and his eyes, like those of a torch, looked straight over the basketball court. In the sun, the figure is holding a mobile phone, the other hand is pressed on the headphone, a pair of very cold black eyes are looking forward. Follow her gaze. Not far from her, the red-hearted basketball bounced off the ground.

She walked over to the boy who had stopped and watched her approach with his frown firmly in place. “What do you think you’re going to do, Two-Face?” Jenny, whose face wasn’t scarred here, kneeled down in front of him and they proceeded to have a staring contest. Yuqi crossed her arms, somehow managing to not cover her nipples. “Are we going to—” “Hold on,” I said. “I want to see who wins.” Jenny finally made a move. She put her hands on his tiny shoulders and leaned forward. I thought she was going to hug him, but she only put her mouth nearer his ear and started whispering.

We stood there just staring at each other, the fast thumping of my heart filling my ears. “So either kiss or something. Cause this is getting awkward with you staring at each other.” Mayu sighed. I blinked suddenly, aware that we weren’t alone and had probably been standing there for some time. Yūri rolled her eyes. “Not a bad idea.” she smirked before grabbing the front of my polo and pulling me into the room.