Araki Rohan Novels & Stories

“The sooner, the better, right? We can also monitor their movements before one week is over.” “Ahem, I guess it needs to hold off, Rohan.” “Beta Rojja! Glad you're here. Please tell him it's impossible to go to the other side right now." Rohan clicked his tongue with Rojja's appearance. The two are close cousins, descended from the Bin Roshad family, known for their good looks and silver hair. Apart from their faces, what makes the difference between Rojja and Rohan is the color of their eyes.

With her hand seemingly clean, she offered it again, arching a dark brown brow, daring him to decline to shake her hand again. Jonathan elbowed Rohan, and after what I assume was a pack link command, Rohan extended his hand. As their hands connected, I realized something. His hazel eyes darkened, becoming entirely brown as his wolf started to come forward. I glanced at Shikoba, and she was staring at him in disbelief and confusion as she quickly took her hand back like she’d been electrocuted.

Mama sighed heavily, and then she smiled at the young Aricka. “No, I always like your skin color and red hair, my baby. You bring us luck, you and Louelle, and I'm thankful that you're both growing up kind,” Mama said, while stroking young Aricka's hair. Even if I am just watching I couldn’t help but feel her caresses my hair. As if she was holding me and not that child.

Your name…’ Lakshman ogled a person’s eyes. ‘Yes! My friend, we would like to know your name….’ Ram agreed with Lakshman’s query. ‘Envoy’ *****

“I am not going anywhere. This war must stop, now.” Bozo chuckled. Kachi had broken out of his hiding place and was running towards them. In his hands was the rein of Bozo’s black stallion. A horse he had named, Ghost, some few days ago. “Take her to safety,” Bozo grunted and took the rein from the commander, “Make sure her injuries are attended to.” Kachi nodded and tried to take Ejima, but the woman would have none of it. “I said this war should end now.”

And Arjun was a tougher competitor than Rohan but the President of Kumar Group was also not a weak competitor. Thinking that Rohan switched off the light and closed his eyes too.

“Who comes to search for a job here on a day like this? Today of all days?” My frown instantly melted away and was replaced with confusion. “What do you mean? What is happening today?” “What?” He answered in awe. “Are you new in town?” He further inquired. His question made me remember my driver again. “This is definitely Karma.” “Yes, I am. So tell me what today is.” I answered with clenched jaws. “It’s Alpha Kilhan’s birthday! The man who rules this town. Almost all the clubhouses, hotels, restaurants, and even some hospitals are owned by him. Including the one we are in as we speak.” He praised him, but I remained unfazed.

Rachel What's the best way to forgo everyone and everything that hurts you, for me, it is to get drunk. I don’t normally like to drink alcohol because it makes me lose my mind, and I don’t like the fact that something has this kinda effect. If anything I like the most is being sober. So I don’t make any rash decisions that I might regret in the future. But today it's different, for just one day I want to be free, not caring about anything else in life. I don’t know what the morning brings for me but I wanna enjoy being out of control for once.

Roman asked me like someone who is always annoying, and I sighed deeply, throwing the book away at the wall, making him jump out of fright. "Can you shut the fuck up?!" I snapped angrily at him, he huffed and pouted like a deadass grumpy child. "Hey, I protected the princess, as you said." Ashton came into my library place with his undercover face, he changed as he passed a hand over his face, then returned to his usual face. His power is basically copying and changing his face into an undercover, useful for spying, Roman is skilled in flying and moving quickly like a flash while I can do whatever I want with a flick of my finger like disappearing, telekinesis, looking into someone memories.

Bima touched his own throat, feeling his pulse still racing wildly beneath his fingertips. "Do you see that, Bim? Beautiful, isn't it?" The deep, raspy voice emerged from the darkness behind him. Arka stepped into the mirror's frame. He wasn't wearing a shirt, only black basketball shorts hanging low on his sturdy hips. Arka stood directly behind Bima, creating a lethal, visual contrast. Arka’s broad, athletic shoulders seemed to completely swallow Bima’s slimmer frame. Arka’s veiny skin looked remarkably dominant as he placed both of his large, calloused hands firmly on Bima’s waist.