Akata Novels & Stories

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

I had run away from Matteo as if I’d seen the devil himself, yes. Instead of giving him an answer, I had focused on the ship's sirens and bolted. I had stopped counting microbes and fled... The yacht gently docked at one of those picture-perfect hidden paradises of the Aegean: the shores of Gümüşlük, Bodrum. The lights of the rustic yet high-end fish restaurants lined up along the water reflected off the sea, and the air was thick with the scent of fried calamari, anise, and sea salt.

She needed something as beautiful as her to feel better and I knew just the thing. So I talked to the driver named Tatekulu. “Change of plans Tatekulu,” I told the driver. “Take us to Jetty 1905.” He nodded ”Yes Mr Ricchezza, it’s my pleasure” Valentina tilted her head slightly questioning me. “Where are we going?” “A seaside restaurant,” I said, keeping my voice light. “Built on a historic jetty. You’ll love it. White wine, fresh seafood, and a view of the Atlantic crashing against the Namibian coast.”

She mischievously wanted to see how Kenji would handle it. "There is something I want," said Akiko. "What is it?" Kenji quickly responded. "Mochi from Nakatanidou." Akiko mentioned the hardest-to-get food she could remember. "Nara?" Kenji confirmed. Nara is the prefecture in which Nakatanidou is located. It's about four hundred kilometers away from Tokyo. Farther than Sendai's coast before. "Yes." Akiko nodded, holding back a smile as she saw Kenji thinking. "Okay. I'll buy it. Maybe tomorrow..."

If only her husband would give her this one chance, who knows what would happen? “You must have mud in your ears,” A voice said. Ejima turned her attention to the woman standing some paces away from her. She was dark-skinned and stood closer to the ground, using a dried cedar branch as a walking stick. Her name was Adaku, one of the village midwives. “Good afternoon…I mean…good evening, ma.” Ejima fumbled with words but hoped to keep her face stern. The crease on the older woman’s face deepened.

All the other men just watched me but the men I did not know stared at me too much it made me chock back a cry lodged in the back of my throat. My pack member slowly walked up to me cautiously not wanting to frighten me further. I remembered his name being Kian the third best fighter in our pack. He will be able to keep me safe from the men for sure if they tried to hurt me even though I knew the men looked like they wouldn't hurt me. It wasn't like they were rogue. Bending down to my hight Kian spoke as slow and softly to me as he can, "Alexa breath in and out very slowly you are having a panic attack."

The chef asked with an Asian accent. "Splendid. I must have this recipe. In fact; I think my guest Ben would love to know the ingredients on the beefs and Sushi." Satanika said with a smile. "Of course Miss Michaelson. Who am I to refuse." He said then started to list the ingredients one by one. "And finally for Miss Michaelson I used a soft tender beef and fresh salmon for the sushi and Mr Fox ingredients is special." He said with a monotone voice. "Which is?" Ben asked.

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His happiness radiated through me. “Also known as the uncivilized outhouse,” Nate said, laughing, and breaking the moment. I raised my eyebrow, did they use outhouses here?? I looked around for Renata but she must have already run off. “HEEEEY, there he is,” I heard, from a big voice.

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.