Ann Takamaki Panther Novels & Stories

Amber Lane- Age: 18 Height: 5’9 Character: Sasha’s best friend and member of the ‘Panthers’. Tamara Dawson- Age: 18 Height: 5’7 Character: Close friends with Sasha and also a member of the ‘Panthers’. Valarie Anderson- Age: 18 Height: 5’8 Character: Close friends with Sasha and also a member of the ‘Panthers. She also struggles with confirming her sexual orientation. Jake McCoy- Dean’s friend. Kyle Martins- Dean’s friend.

I ask. "You so want to get laid tonight," she teasing, wiggling her eyebrows at my reflection; the red stilettos and lip stick making a clear statement. I just roll my eyes, giving her a wink. We laugh and walk out towards the kitchen. Dan changed into dark khaki pants that hug the muscles in his thighs, and a white V-neck t-shirt that clings to his torso. He has a black leather jacket slung over his shoulder. I bite my bottom lip, heat rising to my face as his eyes instantly travel down my body, lingering on my bare legs.

Doing so would be a waste. Thus, the crew members of White Snake were safe for the time being. Snow Fenner was still suspended in the air. Fear had consumed her entire being. She found herself incapable of understanding why so many people suddenly showed up to lay claim to her life. And, what was this eighteen billion-dollar bounty they were talking about, anyway? “Panthera, your Leopard Mercenary Corps is the world’s top mercenary regiment. There are many heavy firearms in the corps. “And every time you guys go on a mission, you have to bring all your machine guns, rocket launchers, and Gatling guns. What’s going on today?

"Supplies are out. Radio me if you need anything." Nate straightened and waited for Nakos to mount the ATV before climbing on behind him. He held the back of the seat, giving the foreman room to maneuver as Nakos drove them over the plains to the southern pasture. Which took twenty minutes. It still floored Nate how much land encompassed Cattenach Ranch. So much...breathing room. Honestly, he couldn't remember a time in his life where he could freely breathe. It was a luxury never afforded to him.

"And test this out on Pannera." ***

At that moment everyone had gathered there and were having fun looking at my state. "What exactly do you all want?" I thought to get it done with once and for all. "I want a jaguar," Namit said and I thought it's fine. I can gift my friend a car but no he wasn't talking about a car. "I am fine with a black panther," Hredhaan said. "I want a whale," Arjun said looking at me dreamily as if I was some kind of genie. "And for me, an anaconda will be fine," Kiaan said as if he was talking about a pet dog.

Her expression became one of neutrality, and she struck out another fist! "Panther: Roar!" It was the same move from before. The technique and execution were no different from the first, but the effect was vastly dissimilar to the first strike. *ROAR* A thunderous roar shook the entirety of Zandor and forced children indoors. The earth trembled in awe as a massive energy swept over the planet. A gigantic black panther with a red star on its forehead made its appearance amidst the chaos. It's eyes were velvety red and its countenance was that of unquestionable authority. This was the true form of the Soul Weapon known as Panther!

He stood tall, with his head and nose high up towards the sky, his chest pumped forwards as if it was overflowing with pride. "We got here just fine. I am the Luna of Blackwaters pack in America, Anais Baraed, Glad to make your acquaintance." I said trying to be as polite as possible. "I am Paenoe, the alpha of Tayaman" the man replied. "Tayaman?" I asked...is that what they called their pack in their language?

The frantic neon light of the main street was reduced to a faint, orange glow that filtered through the thick web of overhead power cables, casting long, spider-like shadows across the wet cobblestones. At the far end of the alley, sitting on a wooden milk crate outside a tiny, shuttered ramen shop, was Ren Tanaka. He was a young man in his late twenties, his short black hair shaved close at the sides, his face marked by a long, clean scar that ran from his left temple down to his jawline. He wore a dark, oversized nylon bomber jacket and heavy boots, looking like a typical Shinjuku street youth, but his eyes were a startling, brilliant amber gold that marked him as a purebred Alpha of the n

"Okay this.. Haruki Murakami, Wind-Up Bird Chronicle And again, as before, she unzipped my fly, took out my penis, and put it in her mouth. The one thing different from before was that she did not take off her own clothing. She wore Kumiko’s dress the whole time. I tried to move, but it felt as if my body were tied down by invisible threads. I felt myself growing big and hard inside her mouth.