Anny Sousa Novels & Stories

Looking at another Shadow Beaver in front of me, I noticed this was a new person. “New guy?..”. I Nudged at Sasu, after all it was a new face, but somehow I sensed that he was somehow related to Sasu. “Yes Sir…it’s my Cousin…Sosa…Recently Graduated from the Shinobi adult ceremony and also reign the top graduates from the Secret Agent Program…he once served in the Special Forces Dungeon Explorations Team…this is his first deployment..”. (Sasu) “Oh….Nice to meet you Sosa..”.

“Naka-Meguro? What’s there?” “There’s a soba place I’ve wanted to try for a while. It’s called Tokyo Dosanjin.” Sakura quickly typed it into G****e, scrolling through reviews and photos. “Oh, they use citrus in their soba?” “The citrus soba’s not in this month,” Heri grinned. “But their lunch sets still look good. Come on, get ready.” Sakura smiled faintly. Heri looked genuinely excited. While Sakura got herself ready, Heri checked his own bag—PASMO card, wallet, charger, phone. “All good,” he murmured.

I explained. She turned to me, and I snagged back. I could feel enormous danger signals emanating from her. Her aura was quite deep but not as deep as Ryu’s; the gap was much. I gulped down the fear that had been built up in my heart, facing her head-on. “And you are?” “Samantha, Alpha Ryu’s personal maiden.” I replied. “What happened to Timothy, and why is a lady his personal assistant?” She kept the questions coming. “Sir Timothy died by the sword of truth, and there’s no defender preference for being a chief maid. Any more questions?”

Thank fuck for that, this was getting embarrassing. “Um, I am 21. I am live here in the Kingdom on the outskirts in town called Lohan. I am training to be a nursery teacher and I don’t know what else to say. Oh call me Angel” she says smiling shyly at us. She’s blushing and I love it. She is so adorable when she blushes. “Wow a nursery teacher” says Nova. “You will do well with Logan then. He is basically an overgrown toddler at times” Logan looks insulted but Angelina giggles at this comment and we are so enchanted by it no one can be mad.

Sitting down,she leaned against the dining room table. Caleb glanced over from his cooking, the long German sausages sizzling in the frying pan for their brunch, filling the kitchen with the scent of spicy pork. Diana leaned her elbows against the table and rested her head against the palm of her hand. She cast a tired smile in his direction. He smiled back.

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

I did so, Robert stepped towards Damon and walked into him, Damon's body spasmed once, twice, then stopped, "Damon?" I questioned, Damon lifted his hands to his face, he felt his own face and then looked down at himself, "Damon?" I questioned again "No, not Damon, Robert" he whispered I nodded with a smile, happy it worked "What now?" I asked "Now it's time for your initiation, ready?" He asked, I nodded "I, Robert Leatherman, council member of the uni-taur coven, announce that you, Anastasia Long, daughter of Edward Long, have the opportunity to join this coven, do you accept?"

"Scarlett." ******

JILLIAN “Who is Carina?” The doctor asked leaning a bit closer. “She is my proof,” I answered confidently. The doctor took his laptop of the bag he has with him and typed things on it. “What is her surname?” I realized I don’t know that I can’t answer. My stepmom’s smirk made me grin. “Suero,” Angelo whispered. “Suero,” I said smirking back to my stepmom. The doctor continued doing whatever he is doing and turn the laptop to me. There are arrays of pictures of woman with the same name on the screen. It’s an online site with tons of users. I pointed at her picture, so the doctor clicked on it.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”