Yuta Dragging Yuji Novels & Stories

Young master Chapter 49 "Hello, Uncle where is it?" William called out to Alberto, while entering Mose's palace. Alberto's two men who were guarding the door stiffened. "Master William is coming here," said Alberto's men. "Dorista, put on that maid outfit and stay in the room," Alberto Mose ordered. The woman nodded and ran into the room. The maid who was at the door also followed Dorista. Dorista Joni, a CEO of Lion enterprise who holds a grudge against Alberto. The woman had approached Alberto all along with the hope, that she would seize Alberto's power in Yuzong city.

Yara said shouting. Because Yara was gathering attention, Kenzo pulled her to go to the car but she hesitated. "Let me go! Kenzo the Jerk!" Yara said still shouting. Kenzo didn't have a choice because passerby are looking on them, so he carried Yara on his shoulders. Yara is wiggling. "I will let you fall!" Kenzo shouted so Yara kept still.

Kyo nudged me with his elbow and gave me his cute little dumpling-like smile. "Not out…that isn't a wise idea" Yuki said rising from the sofa, while rubbing his eyes, seems like he took a quick power nap while we indulged in short talks. Kyo instantly pouted and his shoulders dropped, an indicator of sudden sadness on the abrupt disapproval of his plans.

He grabbed Yulian and simply jumped off from the top floor of Dome Restaurant. “After them!” Jay Blade and Yoshua Murray immediately darted over, but Tyr slowly opened his mouth to say, “Don’t chase them. They won’t fall to their deaths from that jump, but if you guys jump, you’ll either end up a cripple or dead.” Jay turned back to look at Tyr, asking in confusion, “Brother Tyr, why didn’t you stop them? With your skills, they wouldn’t be able to get away.” Tyr shrugged as he walked over to the huge round table. “Someone will take care of Yulian Quintus. Consider this a thank you gift to the person who reported to me twice.”

Because without warning, Ryōta was on the ground, and standing over him carrying a sheathed katana was Yūri. Holy Fuck! Maybe those Yakuza stories she tells Forrest aren’t just tall tales. “RYOTA, YOU WILL NOT LAY A FINGER ON THESE BOYS!” she shouted like a little avenging angel as she glared down at her son-in-law. Everyone was frozen in place. All our eyes were on the scene before us. Yūri slowly unsheathed her katana, the afternoon sun reflecting off the steel.

I yell. He turns his back to Pepper and charges me again. I've kept the egg low. I pull my arm back and send it sliding across the floor a split second before Drakon rams me with his body and my back makes jarring impact with the solid stone wall. Then my head hits and I see stars. I'm just able to send a message to Pepper, "Get your son to Dmitri and tell him to get out of here." Drakon's fist plows into my jaw. ***

‘Tatsuya? Yuuki smiled sadly as she took another step backwards. “It’s…too late,” she said. “I’m tired. I’m…really tired.” And to the horror of everyone watching, ‘Number 12’ let herself fall from the rooftop. But she never managed to make it further than one foot, as Yuri somehow managed to make it across the roof, and grab the right wrist of the girl with both hands, nearly getting pulled over the rooftop herself. Exactly how Yuri managed to do that, no one had any idea.

“It’s a lesson for another time.” Ruta pulled his lips into a flatline and sighed. “Alright.” The boy looked a tad-bit disappointed. The back door then opened and walked out Yuta. The reddish boy approached them with a dragonfly on his shoulder. “Hello, people.” “Hello, big brother. Hello, Sakura-chan!” Ruta greeted back. “Hello, Yuta-san, Sakura-san.” Jai greeted also. The red dragonfly fluttered her wings, making red sparkles fell from her wings that faintly disappeared. Yuta frowned at them. “Ruta. Why is Jai-san massaging your feet?”

Furina’s heart raced as she watched Yvette’s every move, trying to anticipate what would happen next. Diluc stirred slightly, his head lifting just enough for Furina to see his face. His eyes were half-lidded, filled with exhaustion and something else—pain. He had been enduring Yvette’s manipulation for too long, and it was clear that he was on the brink of breaking. Furina’s chest tightened at the sight of him, her determination hardening. She couldn’t let Yvette do this to him. She wouldn’t. In one swift motion, Yvette yanked Diluc’s head up by his hair, pulling him upright in the chair. “He belongs to me,” Yvette snarled, her voice laced with fury. “And I’ll kill him before I let you take