Yuri Ayato Novels & Stories

He takes it upon himself to turn it into the perfect figure of elegance— a ballerina. He watches it spiral deeper into despair with warm satisfaction. Aito already has a plan— a roster— for the life of his pet. He already has a list of potential mates that would make the best business partners and raise his family name. His plan is rock solid and already underway, but then…he meets Aronohai Miyamura. One of the only two dominant alphas in Japan. The height of alpha supremacy. The god and idol of every alpha. The only man in the world whose shoes Aito would kneel to kiss.

a hard slap landed on the arrogant maid's face. "I fired you, I never discriminated against this shop's customers. You are just a waiter here, not a shop owner, but your attitude is so arrogant!" snapped Jubabe. "Now take off this uniform, and I want you to leave after taking it off." The haughty waiter grimaced holding his cheeks that felt hot, due to a hard slap from his boss. Don Lee arrived, driving a black Rolls Royce, followed by two cars behind him. Who doesn't recognize Don Lee? The accomplice of the richest family in Yuzong city.

She was a toothless dog, one that can only bark. "My sweet child," Ejima gnashed her teeth as memories sips out of her skin. Bozo was no longer breathing, his eyes were closed and the life in him seemed to have disappeared. "Well, well. That went well," Uche chuckled, "I just won a war before it even started." "Murderer," Ejima yelled. "Oh," Uche lifted his hands in submission, "you know you are next, right?"

“Yo fucker, look who's back.” Antoly turns around with every intention of choking him out to death, but stops on seeing me. “June!!” I'm the one who gives him a hug and plan to linger longer but Yuri separates us in record time. I wouldn't know how to survive in this condition. While Yuri is the heart of the party, Antoly is the soul. He's classically handsome with dark blonde curls and a sharp jawline. “She hurt her shoulder.” Yuri points a thumb at me. “And he hurt his arm but I'm good as new.”

Yara changed the subject as Ximena and Ayanda turned to look at Gia, making her blush. “ Who’s the lucky one, Gia?” Yara smirked. “ His name is Kye and we aren’t dating, not y— She was cut off by the ringing of her phone. She checked the caller ID, and it was Kye. Talk of the devil. She said to herself while taking the call.

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.

flashback Kayla made it to this handsome stranger and his dog before I did, but he thankfully held on to her before she could touch the animal. “Woah, princess, you don't just touch any dog like that, okay? It can hurt you.” He explained, tone gentle. “But I wanna touch it.” Kayla pressed stubbornly, her mouth taking on that cute pout most people found hard to say no to.

Her eyes widened as she glared at me, her heart racing as she gripped the knife she had tighter, clearly wanting to slash me with it. She growled, getting up from the ground before Donatello jumped on her, in wolf form, attacking her neck, ripping it in half. I closed my eyes at the sight before turning to the other elder who was about to attack Carter. Vitaly was nowhere to be seen, not that I expected him to be anyway; however, I couldn’t help but worry for Inna who was fighting the other elders, her pain visible in her eyes for everyone to see.

Nothing to do with what humans offer their girlfriends. I turned my eyes back to his, and I saw he was agitated, afraid I was going to say no. “What are you waiting for, big idiot? Say yes." - Snow shouts excitedly. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. In a second, all the kisses we've exchanged, all the love we've made, materialize in my head. The love that I have for him finally breaks the fears and doubts that consumed my soul, and shaking my head like a child, and with tears streaming down my face, I hugged my belly and gave him my answer:

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.