Yuri Visual Novels & Stories

Hitomi Kirisawa had always been a fan of classical music, though her favourites were actually the piano pieces composed by the South Korean piano music composer, Yiruma. Yuri clenched her hands into fists by her sides, not showing any emotions outwardly. “How many people have you threatened or killed in order to attain that piece of information?” Yuri spoke blandly, betraying nothing in her voice at all. Kami ignored that snipe at him, and smiled a small and grim smile at Yuri. “It’s been a long time, Yuri-chan,” he said. “You’ve grown up.” Yuri’s right eye twitched visibly before she glared at Kami, her hands still clenched into fists by her sides. She gritted her teeth together with slight

Despite her warrior status, Yuri’s appearance was unexpectedly casual. She wore an oversized shirt paired with baggy trousers that resembled a skirt at first glance. She had clear skin, and her bright smile made it impossible to tell that she was a warrior. Her overall demeanor was positive, so Rey was initially taken aback once the introduction was made. "Hello, um… I mean, greetings, Sir! I’m Yuri, as you already know. I assure you, I’m quite capable, so feel free to rely on me whenever you need!" Yuri greeted enthusiastically.

Yuri was slowly climbing up the tall platform, escorted by several soldiers. The iron chains dragged on the ground, making sounds as she moved. Yuri appeared indifferent and did not feel worried in the slightest even though she was captured. As a fairy born in the Illusion Virtual World, she was not only kind-hearted but also had a tough personality. However, she was not afraid of death at all. More importantly, she believed that if Darryl were on the same continent as her, he would make an effort to save her when he got the news.

Despite the low orange light in the sauna, everything about him pops his tattoos, his monstrous strength and superior muscles. Strands of his now longer hair fall over his forehead, some of them fell over his icy blue eyes. Those dangerous, ethereal ones. Nothing about Rhys is idle, even his casual posture says so. Leaning back on his elbows, he tilts his head in my direction. “Are you going to stand there all day?” “Where's Yuri?” “Yuri has an errand to run.” “I'll just come back after you're done.” “Nonsense. Come in.”

YURI turned into a big bleu phœnix. YURI : do you like this form master. AHMET: i prefer the other one it's less eye-catching. YURI turned into the tiny form. AHMET joined the others at the breakfast table and he showed YURI to them. AHMET: meet our new friend YURI. They were shocked, AHMET explained to them that he founded her in an egg and that she hatched just yesterday and that she is à phœnix, ANGY and ROSY were jalouse of her because she is too close to him.

She reached for her phone, but Yuri caught her wrist. "Wait." Yuri never took her eyes off the pair. The man leaned toward Seoyun and said something in a low voice. Seoyun tilted her face up to answer. From where Yuri stood, their faces looked remarkably close. Yuri slowly raised her phone. Click. Then again. Click. She took several photos in quick succession. Yuri swiped through them one by one until she found the shot that made Seoyun and the man look the most intimate. Her finger stopped.

She looked at Yuri who lazily raised a paper as well. "Same." IN the Philippines, Black reminisced what Yuri said before they went to Korea. "Underneath, there were paintings. Dark. Bloody. Full of misery." They creased their brows out of confusion. Era arched her brow at Yuri. "And you are saying this because?" Yuri shrugged her shoulders. "Just remembered seeing a painting of a man in a pool of blood with a hole in his chest. Also a caged girl with a stitched mouth."

"Yuri is being a shrew. I can eat all the fig jam I want... no wonder boys turn up their noses at her, hmph!" "You'll turn into Audhumla if you keep eating all the jam, fat as a mother auroch licking Ymir out of the ice of Ginnunagap" Yuri chastised, crossing her arms and looking at me imploringly. "Then you won't fit into your pretty pretty dresses, Rosy, and I'll have to sew you new ones. You'll come begging to me to let out the seams, and I'll refuse your silly stupid sob story, you little pig!" She pushed up Rosy's nose. "Oink! Oink! Oink!" "I'm not a little piggie!" Rosy bit Yuri's prodding finger, and Yuri yelped. "I'll show you an oink!"

"This is a self photo of your little uncle?! God, the best in the world! Such a top-notch figure must be very beautiful! Don't you really like him? If you don't like him, introduce him to me.!" "Honey, don't be ridiculous, give me back my cell phone!"Yuri's ears are red and she wants to get her mobile phone back. Honi Ruan deliberately didn't give it, but also pointed to the photo and asked, "unless you honestly tell me, do you like this figure?" Yuri: "..." "I like it." She answered truthfully, her ears burning. Who doesn't like such an eye-catching figure. "Hahahaha, who just said it was just a cooperative relationship?"

She opens the door, and Lily saunters in, her blonde tresses flowing behind her. Her eyes, sharp and assessing, land on Yuri, a smirk playing on her lips. “Well, well, well,” she drawls, her voice laced with amusement. “Look who finally decided to show up. Mexico wasn’t treating you so well, huh?” Yuri scoffs, his arms crossing defensively over his broad chest. He leans against the chair, radiating an aura of simmering annoyance. “Perhaps you shouldn’t send cryptid voice notes if you actually don't want my immediate attention,” he retorts, his voice low and edged with sarcasm.