Akamaru Kiba Novels & Stories

Kashmir heaved a sigh of relief and sat down. Mrs. Lara left them smiling. "Coming here, I discovered the other side of you." Amaro said, smiling at Kashmir. "What are you talking about? What side?” She frowned. "You're being playful or should I say childish." His face beamed with amusement. "Me, I am childish?" Kashmir can't believe what she heard. "Yes. A 26 years old woman climbing a tree like a monkey" he said, putting down the coconut shell. "And the way you were shocked at your mom's announcement a while ago, you amused me" he chuckled.

As Kagarra, fingers her way through Aya's spirals rather than tailing it off at the length she wants to cut it. Soko is happy to cut back in, likely to get dirt on whatever's going to happen next. For as rare as Yon claim girls to be in their species, I've never seen the deficit. Still the jet streams of shooting stars as Soko's eyes remain transfixed on Kagarra, let me think about it a moment. It's not like Akuma can really be known as Akuma. The branch is as selective as it is clandestine. It's more the voice that echoes from behind them that really lets me breathe. Has my shoulders relaxing and the ringing warnings fading to a distant ping.

, Darika said as her eyes were down playing with her ornaments, Completely missed how his Adam's apple Bob up and down the moment her dress fell on the floor. "Okay, then kiss me", Arthit said and Darika nodded her head in agreement. Darika pecked on his cheeks and Arthit rolled his eyes at her childishness. "I told you to kiss me, which means you have to kiss me on my lips", Arthit spoke while continuing to stare at her. His words made her puff her cheeks. "This is called Chumma, not a kiss", Darika huffed slightly because according to her kissing on their lips meant Chumma which is why when he asked her to kiss.

Ejima breathed in, trying to keep her heart from shooting out of her chest. “Yes, love,” Uche said and Ejima’s brow lifted. Did he just call her love? “That is Ijele, the king of masquerade.” “It’s beautiful,” Amaka added, engrossed by the sight herself. “Finally, our search is over.” Ejima laughed. A sweet bubble was crawling in her stomach, electrifying every part of her body. They had made it, they had finished the long journey. “We should take it and get going before the others come looking.” Amaka laughed but the urgency in her eyes was burning like a renewed sun.

And today, I was finally going to be happy. “Don’t cry!” Amara warned, her voice playful but firm. “You’ll ruin your makeup.” I blinked quickly, trying to hold back the tears. Marlana smiled at me from her spot by the window, her eyes shining with pride. “You look beautiful, Kamrynn. Absolutely perfect. You’re exactly what this Pack needs. You’re going to be an amazing Luna. You’ll bring peace, joy, and prosperity to our people.” Her words touched something deep inside me, and I turned to face her fully. “Thank you… Mother,” I said softly. It was the first time I had ever addressed her as that but the word slipped out of my mouth naturally, it felt right.

I ask cautiously. Amara speaks up, surprising all of us since she hasn’t really said anything after the introductions. “Play your favorite song,” she says. I was not expecting that request, but easy enough. I adjust my guitar and start playing “Lucky” by Seven Mary Three. It was never really a well-known song, but the lyrics speak to me. I sing and play the song, lost in the feeling of the melody, oftentimes I end up playing and singing with my eyes closed. When I finish, I look up to find Amara in tears. Everyone looks at her and she quickly wipes her face, she struggles to get up, but once she is she makes quick use of the cane to get back to her room. I have no idea what happened or what

I was confused for a moment. From what I could recall, Shuri couldn't speak Italian. I spoke a little to her the other day and she couldn't comprehend a word. "Do you know Italian yet?" I asked. "Not yet," she replied, wiping away her tears. As Shuri continued to talk about her relationship troubles, I saw the monitors beep red indicating that the girls were ready to go. Staring at it from afar, I saw that my girls had started their sessions with the various clients. I happened to look at Monitor 5 and I saw Amara. My heart sank on seeing her, and I couldn't help but wonder if I had made a mistake by sending her out.

I don't know what's in my destiny but I also want such pure love in my life. "Don't worry, I'm all cool. "Ammi said. "And be aware of that Karma, he seriously appears anytime around us," Abbu said. I glanced at Ammi she was giggling. "Like a Genie," She said. Whenever Abbu gets tensed, Ammi never leaves a single chance to tease him either by laughing or poking him.

Amara’s slick, high-pitched voice purrs from inside the secure room. Kofi terminates his call instantly, stepping through the threshold. I watch through the glass as he approaches the bed. Amara’s expensive silk tunic is completely drenched in thick, grey medicinal porridge. Elder Jabari is sitting upright in his nest of sheets, his old eyes wild with erratic alpha energy as he glares at her. "Get your filthy scent out of my den!" the old wolf roars, his voice cracking with age and madness. Elder Jabari spends most days lost in his own memories, frequently playing violent practical jokes on any relative who attempts to claim his wealth. Amara looks completely humiliated, her claws twitching

WHEN they got into the market, Amara's eyes started to observe the mortals and those occupied stores they passed by. The combined smells of fresh fruits, meat, vegetables, and other products made her nose crinkle. The loud talking of people engulfed her ears. With this enhanced hearing she gained after the night of the full moon, she can't help but feel disturbed. The quietest conversations, even miles away, can get louder whenever she tries to eavesdrop. She didn't even need to try. Right now, she is craving silence. For her, it was like an intrusion of solitude, and she felt uncomfortable and anxious about it.