Yuri Sakazaki 소설 & 이야기

“Alpha Kilhan, this is much bigger than we thought. We are dealing with a great enemy here. For him to have gotten this report concealed, then he is a man of power and influence, greater than we imagined.” “I don’t care if he’s a god! I’ll find him and I’ll kill him.” I uttered with gritted teeth. “The first record, have you found out who owned the account?” I further asked, raising my head to look at him. “Yes, the account had the name Tima Maria. The money was withdrawn immediately the account was credited, and I also found out it was the first and last money to get into this account. It was closed immediately after the withdrawal.” “And did you find this Tima Maria?” I further inquired an

The question was a tough one, and I went mute. “She can, Gamma. She is a healer,” Daisy blurted and I stared at her in surprise. “I mean….” She cleared her throat. “Eira has the ability to make someone feel alright. She can dance for him. Do stupid things to make him happy. That’s the best form of healing, right?” Daisy sounded more dumb than me.

Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body. “I hereby proclaim Amelia Snow as the Alpha and first member of the Hunter Race, does anyone stand against this?” Lariempi declared to the heavens with a voice louder than thunder, a few seconds passed and then lightning flashed and thunder rumbled violently, at this very instant Amelia felt something change within her but she couldn’t point at exactly what changed.

Visitors to the Sydney Aquarium leisurely flow around them, busy contemplating marine predators. - Not at all! Let's ask that Japanese with a camera over there, if you don't believe me. Mister, hello… tell me, is the girl beautiful? The Japanese smiles, nods, listens attentively: - Canesna, kasavita! Both are tart! And he takes a picture - Louis and Keith hugging against the background of a blue glass tunnel and fish floating in the water column. “Foul play,” Kitsune snorts. He is from Japan and I have big eyes and red hair. Of course, for him it is already beautiful. Wow! Look, look over there, what a fish!

I complained. In the car, Dexter ask me various questions and gives me a lot of information on how to handle the Yakuza and how their custom and stuff. Well, some make me culture shock but that's also fine. I learn Japanese due to my likings to their culture but Yakuza's culture is quite something. Their hierarchy though is not as complex as ours in America. Dexter smiles knowing that I'm well prepared about this. In a way, I exceeded his expectation. From his information, the Yakuza hierarchy starts with the boss called Oyabun, then the second in command which is called Wakagashira, and his lieutenant called Shategashira. Other than that, Yakuza have their personal advisor or Cheif of Staff

"Happy birthday, honey." "Thank you," I said with a smile. "I'm sorry for not meeting you yesterday. I was so tired that I went straight to bed." "It's okay. As long as you'll be spending your time home today." "I will." Reaching out to hold Higan's arm, I continued, "By the way, this is Higan Parker. He is the guy we talked about over the phone." "I see." She reached out her hand to greet him and he took it. "Nice to meet you."

- Miyuki replied and smiled as well, before giving her friend a little hug, then they both went back to work. ~~~~~~~~~ This time Yumiko went out to collect orders, and Miyuki stayed at the bar, taking care of its eastern wing intended for fans of more traditional drinks, because the western one, the kingdom of unconventional connections, was handled by the main bartender, Ryosuke Sakai, called by everyone The Wonderful Ryo, because he was very talented at bartending tricks and knew many different drinks. He was of medium height, well built, with pale skin, brown eyes, and hair always dyed in some strange color, from red to orange and green to blue, one time he even had silver hair or white

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

Andreas introduces me, and this is where they turn around. The Eastern scents now made sense to me; they’re Japanese. The older male steps forward; he looks perfectly polished in an expensive suit, but I can sense a danger about him even as he tries to hide his tattoos: the slicked-back salt and pepper hair, the scars on the side of his face and knuckles. This man is Yakuza; I can tell by the way he tries to shoulder the weapons strapped to him. “Fenriz Vega, it is a pleasure to meet you finally.” He says in perfect English with a faint Kanto accent and steps forward with his arm outstretched. “Tsukishima Kaen.”

' "Ok." Sazkia nodded. She tried to control herself. She also tried to obey everything Lina asked. Lina, who was sure of Sazkia's promise, immediately brought her lips closer to Sazkia's ear “He is wearing a green shirt. He's a soldier. He's in the very front corner. He was looking at you" Sazkia nodded slowly. Her head, which She had ordered automatically to turn to the man Lina was pointing to through her sentence, She immediately directed to where Prasetya made Lina hit her.