Aida Riko Novels & Stories

She pressed the green button. “Hello, good evening madam.” The tiny female voice made her ears twitch for a second. She sat up and cleared her throat, “Hi. Good evening. How are you doing?” “I’m fine madam. I hope I’m speaking with the owner of The Glitz Fashion Home?” “Yes.” “I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.”

She didn’t expect much that her idol would reply her message. She had sent a letter to Akaito once. Yes, the famous idol from the Singing Hall, one of the many prodigies from the Fujii clan. She had never gotten a reply from the famous red haired idol, and she was fine with it. That was what she was going to do with Jai. But after the recent hubbubs, she couldn’t help but become worried for the thunder elemer.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

Ripe proud mountains that were created solely for the purpose of a gentle hike and some measured touches graced Maru’s sights. The pink hues of their tops were like strawberries that begged for attention in their hardened guise. Mistress Ais who was the sole focus in the room was not the least bit ashamed of her nudity. Instead she even raised her back to invite the touch and exotic tending of Maru. “Too bold and daring!” While beside the two were the wide eyed Ezperanza who remained a silent witness to it all. It did not help the fact that she too was experiencing a pleasure overload by how gentle Maru's hands were on her skin.

Ryan break this pictu- My eyes get terrifically wide as I see the playboy swimsuit calendar on his table. The girl in the bikini is Kelly Clawford, the model I slept with last week. Is he into girls? Is he straight? I ask myself. My wolf is swimming in jealousy, envying the calendar bikini girl. Ryan, tear this calendar and that dog's picture, break all the computers and tables. Dakota screams in my head. "I have an extra if you like it this much." I knew who said that because my heartbeats instantly fasten hearing his smug voice. I turn my head, glaring at my mate. Does this human even know who I am?

Biting my lip in concentration. "I think I'm done," I say, his face is outstanding better already. Patching itself together as though nothing happened. He doesn't move, "you're beautiful." I flush. Looking down and picking at my cracked nails. "Stop." Chris merely smiles, "You are Andrea. And I'm going to remind you every chance I get." I fumble to words, to any response. I've never considered myself beautiful. My almost platinum blonde hair was weirdly natural and my blue eyes where so light they sometimes seemed to reflect clouds. But beautiful? No.

"Hi, you must be Crisha? I am Rafael Villarante, Raiko's best friend" I will introduce myself. Crisha reached for my hand and made a handshake. But Raiko took her hand right away. I laughed at my friend and turned back to Crisha. She is glaring at Raiko. I returned my gaze to Raiko, who looked like a dog afraid of his master. I laughed again. "What are you laughing at, Villarante?" Raiko said in annoyance, but I just laughed at him even more. "Raiko Fuentabella" Crisha said in a severe tone. Raiko's face became gentle again. I just shook my head while looking at him.

Just as Nana was about to suggest calling off the charade, a new face appeared at the edge of the dais. Ayra, a young woman from a minor pack with hair the color of burnished copper, stood there, her head bowed in demure respect. Unlike the other girls, her dress was simple yet elegant, devoid of ostentatious jewelry. Her emerald eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were downcast, a stark contrast to her usual fiery spirit. Nana recognized her instantly. Ayra was known for her gentle nature and unwavering loyalty – qualities that were sorely lacking in the other candidates.

“You said you have someone to fight for. I will show you just how easily you've lost it. Aria is mine now.” “She’s not yours!” I yelled back at him. “She belongs to no one, she’s not a fucking object, Riko! She is a person who can make her own decisions you fucking creep!” Riko smiled, slow and dangerous as amusement filled his eyes. “Ok then, let's see her make a decision.” He said, as he looked at Aria, pushing her hair away from her face and tucking it behind her ears. Then he lifted her chin, staring at her lips and I almost lost it.

“See? That’s exactly what I’m talking about. There’s not another dragon, probably not another supe, who would have said something like that except you, Iniko. “What can I say, Raina? I’m just that awesome,” I say. “Yes, you are! I’m glad you’re related to me. It makes me feel better about myself,” she says. I laugh. “As if you’re not amazing in your own right. You’re an incredible dragon. Look at how you manipulate the elements.” “That’s genetics and birthright. You’re a kind, gentle soul because it’s who you are, Iniko,” she says. “Whatever. Did you want to go against me in air class again tomorrow?” I ask, grinning.