Yuji X Junpei Novels & Stories

The priest looked at Lixue and Shuji—Shuji spoke first. "Watashi wa Shuji Liao desu. Shojiki na tokoro, anata no yo na tsuyoi seikaku no hito o aisuru koto ni naru to wa omotte mo imasen deshita. Kore ga itsu hajimatta no ka wakarimasen ga, watashi wa shizen ni, soshite honto ni anata o aishimashita. Anata ga itta yo ni, muri ni aishite hoshikunai kara yamete to. Demo, hajimete anata ni atta toki, watashi wa mada anata no hito to nari ni utagai o motte imashita. Demo ima wa, anata ga donna hito de atte mo, Lixue, sono mama no anata o aishite imasu. Kazoku ni donna shiren ga otozurete mo, watashi wa kesshite akiramemasen. Anata wa watashi no yume ni arawareta josei de, watashi no kodom otachi

Well, I can’t believe that their story is over. My heart tore up when I wrote the last chapter. But I’m also so happy that Eren and Hayat got their beautiful ending, together with their son. Maybe with their new baby as well. Erena. Perhaps a sequel? Haha.

It was going to be obvious in a few minutes when they start dancing, but, he was hoping for the short reprieve to ready himself for the humiliation. "This is Kujou Ryouma. He's the best dance trainer in the city. Kujou-san, this is Kamikoi Jun and Satou Iori. They will be in your care from now on. Please take good care of them." Kurosaki- san said not seeming to be interested in what Kujou-san said in the least, "Of course, my dear. Say hello to your boss. tell him that I will see him in our usual meetings." Kujou said and Jun realized something

This is a ALL BOYS SCHOOL and that man is my personal trainer. Yuuki Toshita and me? Hajimemaste! Watashiwa Siege Ayato desu. ---

He and Ayane were walking side by side while talking. “Are you okay? You seem a bit tired.” Ryuji asked Ayane. She looked at him and smiled. “I’m surprised you’re not tired after everything.” Ayane answered. Ryuji looked at her and smiled. “As long as I get to see you, my fatigue disappears.” Ryuji answered. Ayane couldn’t help but giggle at his attempts at flirting. Unconsciously, she wrapped her arm around Ryuji’s arm. They stepped inside and were greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Tennouji.

a male voice said from outside the room Everyone turned to see Yamato walking into the room. He looked like he had been working nonstop and was completely out of energy. "We have Yen" he said "We have Rosewell" "We have Fubuki" "We have Kojiro" "We have Inumaki" "We have me" "We have Mina and her two new friends" "We have an entire city of people" "And most importantly...." "We have you" "If we can properly utilize what we have, I see victory in our favor" he said

"Miss Simpson, it's still early. Why don't I show you around?" Adeline gave the little girl lying in the woman's arms a look, and then he nodded. "Alright." "How should I address you?" "I'm Yagyuu. My name is Liu Xuening. I'm ten years old in one month." Yagyuu took Adeline to stroll around the village, with a gentle smile on his face. Although their families were hidden here, it could still be seen that they had not thrown away some things. On the contrary, Yagyuu Hirai was born with a noble and elegant temperament.

"I'm still mad so I told them to get lost." Seeing how he pouted his lips while crossing his arms reminded of my old days with Mingyu. He has the exact expression like Mingyu whenever we squabbled over useless things. For example, in anime "Fushigiyugi", Mingyu and I quarreled who deserves to date Tamahome between Miyaka and Julie. I choose Julie because Miyaka flirts with other men around her. 'I mean, if you love someone, then don't give false hope to the other guy! I swear I will never kiss anyone besides Seung...'

Damian steps in front of me, blocking me from the creepy guy's view. “What do you want and who are you?” Damian yells. “Oh pardon me. My name is Fujin, Master of the Yashida Clan. The order of wind and air.” He bows. “And I believe you are wanted by Lord Raiden, Mr. Morningstar.” He smiles darkly. Yashida? Where have I heard of that name before? “I ain’t going anywhere unless you need me for something.” Damian says. “Please Mr. Morningstar, don’t make this more difficult than it has to.”

Ryuji sat there in silence, and beside him stood his two remaining sons. The first one—Takeo—was the eldest. Stoic. Calm. The kind of man who moved like a shadow and said little unless absolutely necessary. He reminded me of Ryuji in every way, from the way he kept his hands tucked in his sleeves to the subtle twitch of his jaw when emotional restraint was pushed too far. We had met once during my visit in Tokyo and he looks slightly better than he did then, he had been working out, that’s good. The second son—Renji—was the opposite.