Ariasaki Hot Novels & Stories

“That sounds like fun.” The waitress approached, delivering a bamboo platter completely covered in different types of sushi. From fresh unagi, to spicy tuna rolls, to sashimi, it was all there. “Anything else I can get you two?” the waitress asked. “Can we get some hot Saki, please?” Marco requested. “Of course,” she said. “I'll be right back with that.” Sabrina was staring at the plate of food as though she had just seen an alien. “I don't know what any of this is.”

said Siti. “Realize, Ti! The homewrecker is indeed more fun than the legal wife. I still can’t accept it. I’m still team legal wife. I’m team ARSA hardline,” replied Sri. “What Arsa?” Siti was confused. “Aruna Saka,” explained Sri. “You guys are busy gossiping here,” another waiter came and joined them. “You weren’t invited. Just go back,” Sri shooed Lala back. Lala pursed her lips. “Hehe. You guys must be gossiping about Mr. Saka and Miss Karina. I’m team KARSA (Karina Saka poreper jaya abadi). I’m team beautiful and kind homewrecker.”

Deym! "Are you listening to me?" "No." He let out a big sigh "good" "What am I asking again?.... Oh your real name." "It's james Arthur Gideon Rosen-Hower" "You're kidding right? That is not an address right? It is really your name? " "Why would I lie about my name?" "Forget it. What are the names of the food you ordered because I am not familiar with them" He told me that these are japanese food and Sashimi, sushi and maki is his favorite and I should eat it in one bite. Tonkatsu is basically like a breaded pork on top of a seasoned rice with a sweet sauce on top of it.

First cinnamon, second cinnamon. Akira threw a dirty questioning gaze at Kariya who was standing at the door but Kariya only shrugged her shoulders which made Akira more annoyed. Why is he not spitting out!!!! Akira almost cried. Okay okay.. There's still the hot and sour fish soup, she will wait. Akira took a glance at Prince Biha who was still eating slowly and graciously. She couldn't help but frown at his beautiful face.

Akira's response was immediate: "Great! Meet me at The Black Rabbit in an hour." Shirosaki dressed carefully, as always, in a crisp white shirt and tailored slacks. He checked his reflection in the mirror, smoothing down his hair one last time. The man staring back at him looked put together, unshakable. But Shirosaki knew better. Beneath the polished exterior, his heart was a tangle of longing and fear. The Black Rabbit was a dimly lit bar tucked away in a quiet corner of Shibuya. Akira was already there, perched on a stool at the bar and nursing a whiskey. He waved when he saw Shirosaki, his face breaking into a wide smile.

Rather it was filled with the umami scent of the food in front of us. "I took a guess when I ordered, I hope you like it," Arik stated and opened up the first container in front of him. Egg fried rice and sweet and sour pork. The most basic of dishes but the most comforting. "Didn't think I would be staying this late but at least I got food out of it." I mused and dipped my fork into sesame chicken. The first bite was always the best. It coated your tongue and melted your brain. But it was an odd sensation to be sitting across from Arik in the pack house living room and having a meal.

I might hurt him if I force my way. "How about now?" I asked. "You're torturing me, Ahri. I'm crazy in love with you," he replied, his warm breath tickling my ear, causing me to flinch. He then held the back of my head using his left hand, slightly grabbing my hair to prevent me from moving away before he started to lick and kiss my ears. "Mac, please try to calm down," I moaned. He suddenly bit his lips, then let go of me before whispering, "S-Sorry, I don't know what to do."

But the moment she laughed, he slipped the sashimi right in. The fish was buttery and tender, melting in her mouth—but before she could enjoy it, the sharp punch of wasabi hit her nose and throat like a freight train. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Wow, is it that good?" Kane teased, clearly enjoying himself. Aria glared at him through watery eyes. The heat and sting from the wasabi had her downing two glasses of water to no effect. Finally, she stuck her tongue out, flapping her hands by her face like a little fan.

Heri added with a chuckle, “Yeah, Akari loves biking. One time she biked all the way to Yokohama… and even Saitama. Her parents had to come pick her up because she was too exhausted to ride back.” Suddenly, Akari’s phone rang. She answered cheerfully, then hung up and turned to Heri with a mischievous smile that clearly meant something. “Mom’s waiting at home. She said you have to come. And bring Sakura-nee-san too.” Thud. Heri froze. Oh no… he hadn’t brought anything from Indonesia! And now… he had to go visit his host family’s house—with Sakura. Sakura looked just as surprised. She instinctively glanced down at herself, scanning her outfit, does she look okay? What are they going to think