Yuri Ayato Without Sunglasses Novels & Stories

And so, Yuri compiled by wearing the clothes that Selina had picked out for her- a black and white slightly off-shoulder shirt, a black jacket to pull over it, leg-hugging black jeans, and a pair of black track shoes. All this just to be dragged off by her friends to a bar. “You work too much as it is.” Sunny grumbled. A girl walked past them just then, and Sunny was off again for the millionth time. Yuri shook her head at this. “Great place, huh, Yuri? Mizuki-san sure did wonders on this place. I can barely recognise it.” Speak of the Devil… Yuri gave a small smile which she hid behind her cocktail glass as Ren immediately occupied the seat that Sunny had just vacated. He looked very handso

This was a club and all kinds of things happened in the club, this was little compared to the actual things that happened and I know Ayita was aware of it since she worked at a club now. “You must have enjoyed yourself zayn” Romero’s voice filtered into my ears again and I nodded but my eyes were still on Ayita. Now or then, Romero would run his hand through her bare back and I could see her cringe. Was she trying to act like a saint in front of me? “You” I gestured to her and she froze. “Me?” Ayita wanted to be sure I was talking to her. “Yes, you with the blue strapless dress” part of her cleavage was exposed and she tried covering it but it was no use, I had already seen what I wanted to.

The stud earrings she’s wearing gleam at the stroke of the glowing sun. I try to saunter over to her side but I pause mid-way when I see who she’s talking to. It’s none other than that bastard, Yato. Fury slithers through me at the sight of him. “Crap!” I curse, narrowing my eyes at him. I thought I told him to stay clear of Rain? I fist my hands in anger, barely managing to rein it in. As if feeling my eyes on him, Yato looks through Rain’s shoulder at me and a creepy, confident smile covers his lips.

And I couldn't wait to be home. To him. Yuki's POV There was something about facing a mirror and realizing that the person staring back was no longer hiding, that was poetic. No wigs. No lashes. No layers of artificial femininity wrapped around my voice or tucked into the hem of my attire. It was just me now—naked, barefaced, in a half-buttoned teal shirt and my signature lemon pants. The pins on my lapel sparkled under the morning sun. The semicolon tattoo behind my ear peeked out as if proud of me.

She never was. Ryu, on the other hand, remained calm, his gaze fixed on Lady X. He said nothing, but I could tell he wasn’t pleased by her presence. The air around him shifted, turning cold with the force of his silent fury. After a few moments of tense silence, Ryu's gaze turned to me. There was something different in his eyes, something softer, though it was fleeting. His usual icy demeanor was still there, but this time, it didn’t hold the same harshness it usually did.

Argh, it looks like he has been poisoned by this drink but shouldn't he be clenched with Atha not Yuda. "Uh, no, thanks for the drink," said Raisa, scratching her head, which was not itchy. "No need to thank you twice. Looks like you failed to focus, sorry I didn't buy Aqua earlier," said Atha jokingly. Raisa stared at Atha for a moment, there was something different about that man. Ah, yes. "Why, why don't you wear glasses anymore?" Atha poked her nape. "I'm not a minus, actually I just want people to be able to differentiate between me and Ridho, but I don't think it's necessary anymore. I'm not neat with him, that's enough."

"Fuck fuck fuck!" "The glass is one way through, of course they're watching us!" Ayu growled before lifting up her skirt, revealing her white skin and she pulled out two guns from it. Jiroo and I were drawn out and stared at her white skin and thick thigh with our mouth agape. "I will blow your brains out if you don't stop ogling!" "S-sorry." We both snapped and smiled at her awkwardly. "Damn perverts!" She hissed and rolled her eyes.

Better to begrudgingly accept being awake that teased by the notion of a nap, only to be jarred out of it violently. Haru’s chocolate eyes of his are as wide as I’ve ever seen them when is ever scruffy head turns to the back of the class. That nose of his really could track a fart through water, but even I get that Ayame’s here, and even if it’s a little sweeter than usual. There is no mistaking her unique botanical scent……… 5: Hiro - The Canopy

She also noticed that Yohan didn't mention her or make an effort to talk to her. When Sara arrived at the music class after a month, she was taken aback to see Yohan already there, engaged in a phone conversation. His unannounced arrival surprised her, as he hadn't informed her or Noah about his return. Yohan appeared striking, clad in a crisp white shirt and sleek black pants. He held his blazer in one arm while casually sliding his hand into his pocket. Sporting black sunglasses, he'd rolled up his sleeves, revealing a massive tattoo adorning his right arm. As he noticed her, he promptly ended the phone call, slipping both hands back into his pockets, radiating an undeniable aura of style

Damn it. I find myself trapped, cornered with no way out, like a rat caught in a trap. The paparazzi are closing in, their arms and cameras extending out of rolled-down windows, invading my space. Desperate to shield my eyes from the blinding flashes, I reach for my sunglasses, but before I can grab them, Lennox, always prepared for these situations, hands me my black Ray Bans. He slips on a pair of black aviators himself, a silent reminder that he's trained to handle these chaotic moments.