Akira Takaoka Novels & Stories

She yearned to give all of herself to Raiden. “Wait, Akira. I desire it to be perfect...for you too—” “Raiden, stop talking nonsense! I’m not a virgin anymore.” He frowned at those words. Akira was no longer the humble girl who was afraid of his touches. She had already experienced the corporal joy. Raiden wasn’t her first man. “I will kill the one who was your first,” he growled as he continued to enter Akira and made her suffer from the approaching ecstasy. “I will punish you because you let him do it.”

Deo, who had been hiding since the plague appeared, patiently waited for the golden opportunity to strike. And, oh, was he bloody lucky. Flavian tackles Deo’s wolf to the ground but it escapes, like a slippery worm, and attempts to run away. But Akira was already a ticking time bomb, and he happened to be so luckily unlucky. He ticked the bomb off. Akira, with all the newfound powers of a demigoddess, explodes with a throat-ripping scream—her eyes on Fenrir and the bloody hole on his body. Peace never seems to come to them.

Time to put that control to use, end this charade, and get out of here while my head is still on my neck and not in Kael’s claws. “ Now, Akira, I want you to do something for me." “What is it?" Akira asked her eyes on Kaida’s corpse. I took a step closer to her, my voice low and dangerous. "I want you to hug Kaida. Yes, hug her. Hold her close, so her blood and scent are all over you. Mix your scent with hers.” Akira's brows furrowed in confusion, but she didn't hesitate. She walked over to Kaida's lifeless body and knelt beside her.

"I have healed her." A flicker of approval crosses Alpha Kaden's face at Felicia's efficient completion of the task assigned to her. Acknowledging her success with a nod of gratitude, he leans back in his chair, a subtle aura of satisfaction enveloping him as he contemplates the well-being of that girl.

He sat opposite me with a whimsical grin, "You're just going to have to deal with me until the end of our little coffee date." "If I have to deal with your asshole ways and your constant perverted jokes then at least admit you were following me," I challenged, sitting forward in my seat which had my knees unintentionally brushing his under the table, "and this isn't a date." A sinful smirk curled his lips as he gripped my knees between his hands, thumbs grazing over my flesh which had goosebumps littering the surface. I held back my shudder only because I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of feeling me shiver under his touch. Ace was temptation all wrapped up in one pretty-looking pac

Why would he do this? "Your husband..." I began, "If you don't want to talk about it then don't worry but, who was he?" "Achilles Drakos," she said, "He was a mercenary working for your mate, finding out the name of some leader. But he made the mistake of messing with him and lost his life for it." Connor's name. I swallowed, "And who are you?" "I am nobody," she replied, "I had no idea werewolves existed or that my husband was anything other than a teacher until a few days ago when Leonardo and his friend, Luciano, abducted me as blackmail against Achilles."

Akira knew. "What is wrong?" asked Park Jini confused. "Introduce me Akira, Lee Umji's friend in Japan," Akira said stretching out his hand. Park Jini, who had been staring at Umji, now turned to accept Akira's hand with a smile. "Park Jini." Lee Umji's dream awakened when the waiter brought the food that had been ordered. Park Jini finally ordered food to be delivered to the same table as Lee Umji and Akira.

} [Host, do you wish to check the results of the second world, so that you may meet your lover again? Akira who was contemplating on whether to buy a golf club and punish his system remembered his lover, he needed to get to the next world, his lover's IQ always suffered as a result of the plot, he needed to protect his lover, punishing his misbehaving system would have to wait until a later time. "Show me the mission status?" [ Yes, host ] ************** ° Get revenge for Yoshiki Garcia.✔ ° Make sure this world exists after the plot is complete.✔

she inquired, genuinely eager to learn more about this influential figure in Luna’s life. Luna’s expression shifted, the sorrow of loss giving way to a palpable respect as her voice took on a tone filled with reverence. "Akira was an extraordinary werewolf, a fierce fighter and an unyielding protector," she explained, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "She taught me everything I know about our kind—the ways to harness my abilities, the importance of embracing my identity, and how to stand strong in the face of adversity." As Luna recounted her memories of Akira, Aria felt a deep sense of admiration taking root in her heart. "She sounds incredible," Aria said, her tail flicking with enthusi

Her life was literally on the line here, and Eric was offering her captor some wine! Her life was just so hard! Truly, maybe she could visit a temple, a church, any religious house, and pray for forgiveness for whatever she had done wrong to deserve such a fate. "There’s no need for violence, Akira." "You invaded our home, kidnapped and tortured our people, and you expect us to let this slide?!" Akira was trembling with uncontrolled rage. "You think just because you have money, you can do whatever you want?! Our organization has been at the top of Japan for decades; we are not something you can easily shake out of power!"