American Isekai Novels & Stories

“Why would I lie about my identity? I am a witch who comes from the land of Amok. Do you know where Amok is?” Zaramanni shook her head and the woman wore a frown. “How do you not know where Amok is? Where are you from?” “Earth.” Alisha's round and confident-looking face didn't wear surprise. All she did was lift her scanty brows in amusement as she adjusted her posture and sat more majestically. “How did you find yourself in this universe?” Zaramanni heaved a deep sigh as her ears became distracted by the scratching noises the King was making with his feet while he paced the room, looking for who knows what.

Uche had killed her. “Where am I?” She looked past the woman, towards the animal skin hanging on the wall. There were at least six of them, different skins from different animals. “We are in Ame. But far from the rest of the village. You don’t have to worry, only few people pass through this route in months. And given your history and status, I don’t think anyone is going to miss you, no offense” “None was taken,” Ejima said, as a sudden cold wrapped her. She was staring at the wizened woman now. Her accent was strange, and the shash hanging on her shoulders suggested that she was not from around here. Yet the woman seemed to know everything about her.

It was the pained expression on Amias' face that filled the phone screen, signaling unbearable suffering. Amias seemed to be struggling. He cried out and grew frustrated as he pleaded, "Please, let me go. I beg you." Era froze in a chilling sensation that cut to the bone. She had seen Amias plead many times in her life, often to the people of Mosha when his debts piled up and the deadline approached, but she had to admit that this was the first time she had seen Amias plead so desperately. There was something different in Amias's voice, as if he implied that this was the end of all his hopes.

I refused to let my despair consume me any longer; I was ready to face whatever may come with unwavering strength. Standing tall amidst the darkness of the cell, I spoke with a voice filled with conviction, declaring, "I am Alpha and Omega, and there is no difference between us." My words rang out with resounding clarity, silencing the mocking chants of my fellow inmates and commanding their attention. As I continued to speak, the truth poured forth from me like a river breaking through its banks. I exposed the injustices of the system, highlighting how it favored the superior clans while leaving the omegas to languish in the shadows. I narrated how the lower clans did all the work and paid

“Tsk, tsk, be quiet, you hellcat, you don’t want to wake our guest who gave us a hell of a time making her sleep.” Ami suddenly started screaming that the Asian guy stuffed a rag in her mouth which nearly gagged her. Trying to calm herself, she quieted and planned her next course of action. Struggling won’t help, besides, it will hurt her more and she needs all her body parts functioning properly. After making sure that she was not struggling, the American smiled at her. To a normal unassuming person, they might call him charming and handsome but she is not charmed, quite the opposite, she felt revolted. Removing her cap and tilting her face upwards, the American recognized her. ‘Ohh, surpri

We both were standing at the entrance door and a passer by looked at me. "Come on, Ashley! Open your eyes. He is not Nick Melberg. He is Chris Melberg, a lone Alpha werewolf who is suffering from PTSD. Nick Melberg is just an alter ego of him. He was never a real person". Her words echoed in the deep of my mind. "He was never a real person".

James whispered to his wife. "I don't care, I hate that poor, unlucky man," Amelia shouted. Jhon Mose was ignited by emotion, a man with a neat appearance, a flat face and almost haughty approached Amelia, while playing with his firearm. Amelia and James were wary. The woman now did not dare to say much, when the old man approached them. "What caste are you, so that you dare insult my grandson and heir to a giant company in these two cities as a poor man, how rich are you?" Jhon Mose rebuked, making Amelia tremble violently, when she found out Jeremy Mose's real identity.

he followed me in. "What happened to your pleasant mood Anam," he asked following me to the living room and getting his answer when he saw Ammar sitting on the couch. His cool demeanour immediately changed and I could see him stiffened. "Ayan you know him from that day but still I will introduce you two Ayan this is Ammar, Ammar this is Ayan" Ammar got up from the couch and held his hand for Ayan. Ayan shook his hand but kept quiet. "Anam's best friend, nice to meet you," Ammar said.

After getting back home, Ayame takes a quick shower and goes upstairs and locks herself in. Her room was messy and nothing like before. Books and clothes were scattered around the room. Without stepping on the dump, she takes a seat on her table and opens her new pc. “Now then… Waiting has got me nowhere. How about this group then.” She says as she types into the search box, ‘Yokai talk’ and opens a video in which 2 men appear who resembled Seirei and Yasuhiro.

Valerie took a seat on the couch next to the youngest children and noticed that the youngest is interested in watching anime, particularly the one that they are currently watching on television, ‘Sailor Sun. “Woah, she's so gorgeous, and her transformation is amazing,” the youngest commented, imitating the protagonist they were watching. Valerie agreed and watch the show with her as Mrs. Nettle is preparing their dinner. Mrs. Nettle finishes cooking dinner after thirty minutes and asks her youngest daughter to summon her father and older brother for dinner, "Faith, can you please call your father and brother for dinner," and her child nods before going to her father's and brother's rooms to