Akira Trailer Novels & Stories

Cold. *Akira doesn’t flinch. She leans forward slightly, folds her hands in her lap.* **AKIRA** And you changed the outcome? *I nodded.* **ASHER** I pulled us back. I don’t even remember doing it, not really. Just this panic. Like something was dragging us forward into something I couldn’t stop. *Akira is quiet for a long moment. Then she reaches beneath the table and pulls out a small, carved box. She opens it, revealing dried petals, a shard of bone, a cracked mirror, and a single black feather.*

Jephta sighed. “Work on not getting scammed first,” Blue added, and everyone cracked up as expected. “Somebody buy me a rope.” Jephta cried. “He can't buy it himself because he might get scammed again,” Kieran said, and the laughs even got louder. “So, did we get anything on Akira?” I asked. “Any familiar faces? Anyone look at your face for a little too long?” “Erm… no.” They said, one after the other, shaking their heads calmly.

Becka whispered as she smiled lightly. Amir spent the next couple of hours with his princess Kira. He was so fascinated with his little offspring. He still had his mind on Amira, he was going to see her and he was yet to see his son too. He felt joy consume him. The gods had blessed him by giving him another chance to be with the only woman he had ever loved and the first seed of his loins. He called one of the maids to watch over Kira since, Becka was still asleep. He quickly left. She had been gone a long time, or what seems to be a long time.

Sienna requests, watching the liquid hit the cup. "That heavy, huh?" Declan asks. "Cain? Sienna?" A familiar female voice cuts through the bass behind us. We both pivot to see Akira Vale entering the kitchen, draped under the arm of some guy I don't recognize. As usual, she’s striking. She’s compact—hardly five-foot-two without her heels—but she radiates Alpha energy. Her obsidian hair is pulled into a high, lethal ponytail. She’s wearing a white dress that leaves nothing to the imagination, showing off the curves she’s so proud of. I remember when her parents split during our final year at Northbridge; her mother celebrated the settlement with a visit to a plastic surgeon and bought Akira a

I smirked. “Who are they?” I asked for anyone to answer. Christiana assistant, Funke replied instantly. “I asked them to come here and learn something from you. Also, we need two extras and I've not decided who should do it as they're all terrible but they all got pretty faces so..” “When do my shooting starts?” I asked looking away from the girls. I didn't want to be too obvious. “Ten minutes from now. I asked Yomi's team to extra check their cameras, we don't want any glitch or error” Funke said.

Akira's voice sliced into the thoughts that had formed within me, bringing me back to the present, "I just came to inform you that I'm going hunting and would like to know if you're tagging along." She said, a little cheerfully. "Are you going with your maid?" My question tumbled out of my lips even before my brain followed. "No, I'm going alone," She answered. But then, a light furrow creased Akira's forehead, she seemed a little confused. "Which of my maids?" She finally asked. Since I had already let it out, I knew I had to play along. "Xenra," I replied calmly, betraying no emotions.

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

over the rattle of the popcorn bag inflating in the microwave. When she came back, bowl in hand, the smell of buttery salt filling the room, Kade was sitting on the floor in front of the VHS stack he’d unearthed earlier—dusty, half-faded labels and old memories pressed into plastic. He held up a tape, brow lifted. “You remember this one?” Aria squinted. “Holy crap—is that ‘The Princess Bride’?” Kade smirked. “Damn right it is. It’s fate.”

I raised my brows and smirked. "Of course, let Conrad and Connor accompany you." "That sounds great!" I exclaimed excitedly and snatched the map from his hand. "Bye! Wait for the magic water, I'll be back very soon!" "Wait!" I heard Hunter tried to stop me. However, I did not wait for his response and immediately teleported into the portal in the middle of the forest. "You're so impossible, Akira." Hunter shook his head and sigh deeply. He did not bother to go after her, anyway, Akira is a guardian of lights. She can perfectly take care of herself in times of trouble.

" 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.