Akame Ga Kill Mine Novels & Stories

I said, giggling so hard I almost dropped my basket, “You’re dramatic Vera, utterly ridiculous.” She swept her tangled hair like it was spun gold. “I deserve the drama, pup. Because I am the drama.” I rolled my eyes, still smiling. “Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that.” Her laughter faded, though her eyes still glimmered with mischief and in that moment, I remembered the very first time I’d seen her. The memory hit me like an arrow. ______ Snow. Blood and Pain. I had been lying in it, my breath shallow and my body broken. Caelum’s blade still burned through my chest. I had closed my eyes, certain my last breath had left me. The world was dark. My parents gone. My mate…my mate…had killed m

Amy maintained a calm tone of voice while speaking firmly to the killer. “I was just curious. You don’t have to get defensive, my lovely, Asian flower.” The gunman’s voice trailed down to a growling whisper. The burly, bearded man stared across the room at Amy with ungodly thoughts seeping into his mind. “You came in here and ignored me. You won’t even tell me how you enjoyed my game. I based the game on your life experiences. I named the video game Gunmetal Mama in honor of your MMA fighting career.” The gunman showed his teeth while sneering at Amy. “I’m so flattered,” Amy spoke to the gunman through a dry tone, unleashing her sarcasm. She returned her hands to the front of her stomach whe

It trying to destroy the prison. Akira: Tch. Prepare for your strongest attack. Everyone nod and looking at the prison with a wary eyes. And when the prison starting to break, it showing the half burned Goblin King. Akira: Now. Earth Spike Hana: Blue Lightning Kasumi: Nine colored flame Hanzo: Shadow Shuriken Toru: Hurricane

Andrei pulled him in with one swift motion, his strong arms around Zane in declaration of ownership, of possession. When they pulled apart, both were breathless. Andrei spoke first. "You're mine... and only death can change that." He said looking Zane dead in the eye, daring him. Zane smirked, voice raw. "Death it is." From the shadows, Katherina watched. Face unreadable. Hand tightening on her wineglass until the stem cracked. And across the room, Dimitri smiled. Like a man who had just confirmed his plan was working.

They keep saying it like it’s a declaration. Like it holds power. “Mine.” As if I’m a piece of territory to be claimed. As if I’m some prize they found in the ruins of a battlefield. First Marcus, then Sebastian—both so different, and yet… echoing the same possessive word. Mine. But here’s the truth neither of them understands yet. It’s not them who owns me. It’s me… who owns them.

he asked. His voice was soft. Gentle. Far too gentle for a place like Silverhowl. “Your name is Jamie, right?” I stayed still, studying him a second longer than necessary. Too kind. Way too kind. And in a place like this, that could only mean one thing. Suspicious.