Yuka Mochida นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"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.

“Mind control? That sounds oddly familiar. The Lord of the Noble mansion I was staying in had symptoms of it, but I can’t be sure of it. Maybe there’s a l**k? Who is this Noble that you’re talking about?” “Lord of the House of Crane, Phillip.” “Ah! It can’t be!” Yuki said in surprise. “What?” Chia looked at Yuki in confusion. “He’s the same guy I’m after.” “For real?” “Yes, that means our goal is the same. What do you say?” Yuki extended her hand to Chia. Chia closed her eyes and gave it some thought and she eventually accepted it. “Fine, I’ll work together. But I’m gonna have to ask the boss.”

"You're either bravest person I've ever met or stupidest." "Probably both." That got a smile. Small. Genuine. "Yeah. Probably. I'm..." She stopped. "I'm Maya. Not Objective Twelve. Not anymore. Just Maya. Mother. Operative. Person trying to survive impossible situation." "Tell me about Yuki." Maya's face transformed. Softened. The mother replacing the operative. "She's eight. Smart. So smart. She draws. Constantly. Fills notebooks with flowers and animals and..." Her voice broke. "And me. She draws me. Even though she's only seen me twice in two years. Even though Project Seventh keeps her isolated. She draws me and writes 'I miss you Mama' and I..." Tears now. "I can't get to her. Can't sav

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.

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Sasha replied to them curtly, his eyebrows drawn together. ‘I hear you are the food connoisseur’ Lyosha said in a much thicker accent than Sasha’s as he sat in front of me. He was nearly as tall as Sasha and just as muscular. His long dark blond hair was slicked back, his square jaw was covered in day old stubble and his sharp cheekbones made him look like a male model. His dark blue eyes held my attention and mesmerised me, I stared at him a little stunned. ‘My name is Lyosha’ he finished almost in a purr.

But where could she have possibly gone? “I wish I could see your face again, my Sachi.” Uche wiped his foggy vision. This was his end and he was willing to embrace it. What pained him however was not ending Ejima’s life. He should have studied her moves, he should have known that the woman would never give up.

-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.

I said to myself. Alpha Ryu stood before the pack in his red and black royal robe and a stringent smile that I had never seen before. I doubt the pack members have seen it too, as they also couldn’t believe it, washing their faces several times with water just to confirm. “I would like to thank my personal maid, as she was the one who washed these dishes. She has quite the guts to wash five hundred thousand, five hundred and fifty-four plates with not a single stain on them. She’s pretty much more excited about it than the rest of us”. He chuckled.

She says while helping me get to my feet. She’s a head taller than I am, with the athletic build of a ballerina… but Yukihime is different. Instead of conforming to the rules of being a Vega, she rebels at every turn. Where Luna Umiko was poised and proper, Yuki serves to break down everything they have taught her. All while wearing bright pink. “No worries. Everything okay?” I ask as I pick up my handbag. “You seem pissed. Wanna talk about it?” “YUKI!” Kira calls her and she rolls her eyes before nodding her head, so I pull her towards the hidden cellar I once took Kira to.