Akira Graphic Novels & Stories

"What does that guy want?he left us to his green pasture then why is he back?" " I tell you men are a messed up set of jigsaw,but damn you were his friend"Si jie tease. "Please"Hope snort "He was our friend,turned out to be a jerk and we both threw him out of our lives" " Like jerks"Solemnly so jie you with her hair. " Like jerks" Hope repeated. Akira maeda an eighteen years old Japanese with deep toned skin, Alluring oval face,deep blue eyes matched with blonde hair.

Akira pack, that was all that was running through Kiara’s head as she laid on her bed. When you think of the werewolf community, the Akira Pack would be the first pack to come to mind. They were not particularly the biggest in population, but they had the biggest landmass acquired from years of getting into wars and winning. They had the biggest database, so much so they could overthrow the leading council and be on top; funnily enough, it was an unspoken reality of things, they also possessed the strongest soldiers, and according to rumors, most of the pack members have abilities that are alien to the rest of the werewolves, giving them an edge over everyone else.

A small part of me admired that, but mostly, it annoyed me. “Well,” I said, leaning back in my chair, “one can never be too careful. I’m a man with many enemies, you know that. And that includes your ruthless mate, that beast of a wolf, Hunter.” I saw a flicker of something—disapproval maybe—flash across Akira’s face before she quickly looked away. I still wasn’t sure what that was. Akira composed herself and turned back to me with that same fearless expression. “Maybe you should consider having fewer enemies,” she said, her voice cool, “so you don’t have to keep running around like a man with his house on fire.”

Akira whispered a sharp incantation — words I didn’t recognize but felt down to the marrow of my bones. The mist recoiled. The figures howled in rage, shrinking, twisting. Another wave came — stronger, meaner. They clawed at the edges of reality, trying to force fear into our hearts. Akira stood, her hand flashing as she pulled a small silver talisman from under her jacket — a charm etched with runes I knew were old, older than Raven’s Peak itself. The moment she held it aloft, the symbols lit up — soft and silver like moonlight trapped in stone.

Akira’s eyes are half-lidded, predatory, one brow raised in a silent command. Now. She pretends to drop her pencil, bends to pick it up, and in that three-second window slides backwards out of her seat. The moment her ass leaves the chair, Akira’s hands are on her hips, guiding her down onto his lap facing forward, skirt flipped up in the back, panties shoved aside again. He lowers her slowly, inch by thick inch until she’s fully seated, his cock buried to the root in her dripping, cum-slick pussy. Rina’s eyes go huge and glassy, tongue poking out the corner of her mouth as she bites down hard on her lip to keep from moaning out loud. Her thighs tremble instantly.

Akira said to Kariya excitedly. The onlookers would have thought that Akira was excited because of seeing the Prince but they wouldn't know that what she was excited about was her silly and nasty plan. “The food is ready and it has been served in the drawing-room, ” Kariya replied as she moved closer to the princess. “What about the plan? Is it in order?” Akira asked as she took a brush to get her hair but the brush was collected from her by Kariya. “Don’t worry, My dear little Princess. You will be able to exact your revenge on the prince. He should blame himself for not feeding you enough and treating you like he's supposed to, ” Kariya answered as she gently combed Akira’s soft and long b

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