Akira Book 소설 & 이야기

I grinned. She shook her head lightly. “Whatever.” then she started eating and I did, too. “Zeke called in. This morning.” I informed after a few bites. “Uh-huh. How’s he doing?” “Good.” I nod. “Though he mentioned the AK will visit him again tonight.” Ashira froze for a while, then she blinks fast and straighten on her seat. “Did he say why?” I sighed. “He’ll be receiving a gift to help control, uh, his current problem.”

Just as he is about to touch my nipples through my thin bra, we hear someone at the library door. Quickly moving away from Drake, as I smirk at him and his predicament, he murmurs in my ear, “I can smell your arousal babe,” letting me know he wasn’t the only one in a predicament. Smiling I bend over so he has a good view of my ass, as he groans, and I stand up with the books in my hands. Reid comes around the corner and smiles, “Hey guys, not interrupting anything am I?” he laughs as I send him a scowl. “I guess we had the same idea, I thought I’d go through some of these books as well. Want to split them up and see what we can come up with?” he asks. “Sounds good to me, let’s get to wor

He cut his wrist and watched as his blood congealed, and the lid shifted. “Slitna seiðr,” Kiran whispered, and closed his eyes. He reached into the chest and felt the book move. He opened his eyes and looked at the book in his hand. “Thanks, Mom,” Kiran said. The book had opened on the purification spell that he had performed on himself years earlier and he skipped those pages. Adara opened the study’s door and looked at the book in his hand and sighed. “Really, Kiran?” she asked him.

Perfect hunting weather. Julise would have called me paranoid. Julise wasn't here. A shadow detached itself from the east wing. Small. Quick. Moving with that unnatural grace that set my teeth on edge. Her. I grinned and unsheathed my knife. Showtime. Kiara The archives smelled of dust and old books. Moonlight filtered through the high windows, illuminating row upon row of ancient tomes. Some were bound in leather so old it had cracked. Others in materials I didn't recognize—scales, maybe. Or skin.

he replied. He stopped and looked at me and we both burst out laughing. He was a real charmer. Always able to change the mood. I liked that about him. "So, tell me about yourself" He asked "Well, I'm Kiara, I've been in this mansion for a month and a few days and some of those days were spent in the cells where I was constantly tortured. You know what? Let me rewind. At first, I was happy and content with my life. My parents were still alive, my mate was too. I was just me. But then, your father killed everyone I ever loved and made me watch. He forced me to bow but I resisted and he named me a prisoner and I was forced to compete in an actual Decima. I won obviously, I was last man standing

^^^^^ AUTHOR’S NOTE Hello everyone! It has been a journey, and I am very thankful for the support! I hope you enjoyed reading this story as much as I love writing this! Alpha Ace and Kira’s story is one of my favorites, and I treasure them the most. If you want to continue reading my werewolf books, here is the order. Book 1: Alpha Queen’s Destined Hybrid Book 2: Alpha Twin’s Rogue Mate Book 3: Alpha King’s Damsel in Distress

" That's my goal I'm willing to accomplish. Not for a second more would this outsider breathe in Skyfall. Aucaman and I, we would cross the forest. We would use our animal form only to sniff out the trails that would lead us to them. Akira would be simpler as I knew exactly the place I had left her. Although I highly doubt she didn't move to escape my punishment. The pride that gets her into trouble, is the same pride she uses as a shield to face the Gods and the world. Only this time, not even my love would make her escape the consequences of her mistake.

m, the flat was spotless, Reena had to do a double check at to see if she got into the wrong flat. They weren't messy but they're not the most organized people either, and between the two of them, it was Reena that was slightly more organized than Kira, and with that being said, imagine her shock when she saw Kira's stack of books are actually alphabetical and so does their CD's and movies collection, not to mention their shoes that was on the rack are neatly placed and also color coordinated. "My, my" she started, "Heart breaks do changes people." She said making Kira glare at her before throwing the pillow next to her.

"And you, Akira? What happens to you now?" Akira didn’t turn to look at me, her steps steady and sure as she kept walking ahead. "I’ll reunite with my people," she stated. "Rebuild what’s been destroyed. Reassure the gods. And probably grow old and die… if I can survive whatever comes next." We stepped closer to the temple, the air growing heavier with every step, as though the ground itself could sense the coming storm. The distant hum of the wind seemed to grow louder, like it was warning us, beckoning us into the unknown.

he cut in, stepping closer, “is written in the tongue of moon priestesses. Women who bled magic and fire. That knowledge could kill you.” “But it’s about me, isn’t it?” I said. “You know what I am.” Kael’s face hardened. “Knowing won’t help you. It’ll tear you apart.” “I’m already torn.” He flinched slightly. “Who is Akira?” I asked. “Why do I keep hearing that name? Why does my wolf call me that?” “I need to know,” I urged him, voice breaking. “Please.” Kael looked down, clenched his jaw. When he finally spoke, it was low and cold. “If you keep digging, you’ll find things you can’t unsee. You think slave traders are the worst thing in these woods?”