Ayaka X Yoimiya Novels & Stories

Her weeping fell on deaf ears. Little Ameira cried her heart out, until— “AAAAAAAAH!” As quick as a lightning, she grabbed the knife hidden underneath her pillow and stabbed her uncle’s neck. She held it tightly and pushed it deeper. “Die! Die! Die!” Little Ameira screamed, letting out a loud, stretched-out, and wild maniacal laughter as she simultaneously stabbed him. With all her strength, she pushed the old man’s convulsing body, suffering in the throes of death.

Amaya's eyes turned blue and started talking with Mune through their minds. "This guy beside me is enough! Take her away!" Aya said. "Are you saying I need to take her somewhere else?! SO YOU'RE LEAVING YOUR PARTNER?" "ARGH!" she said verbally and stomped her feet while walking away from her twin. Hiro was unintentionally pulled by her because of that, so he smiled to his ears again. "So are you going to let me join you?" Ynah asked while blinking her eyes. "What's your name, again?" "I'm Angelina, but you can call me Ynah!" she replied.

They grow larger and clearer until we can see that there are three dark angels and two light—all with shimmering golden wings. The warriors release their arrows all at once, the sharp clicks echoing through the clearing. The arrows hit the angels’ wings earning harsh cries of pain in return. The wolves give the ropes attached to the arrows a solid yank and the wings of all five angels collapse. They plummet towards the ground, letting out horrible screams. I move my queen right as they hit the dirt around us. “Check mate.”

Castillo said. After handshaking with Kenzo, Mr. Castillo approached Yara. "Hi, I'm Ryker Castillo and you are?" Ryker said and Kenzo creased his forehead. "Another show-off!" Kenzo said to himself. "Hello, Sir, I'm Yara Gomez." Yara said. Ryker offered a handshake to Yara and the latter received it out of respect. "She's coming with you next week, right?" Ryker asked and Kenzo nodded but raised his brow when he saw something on Ryker's eyes.

He wasn't ready to throw away the life he had been living and entered a totally different world. "I don't ask you to leave her," Daiki clarified, "We will be staying in London until you are ready and it might take years. I will order some of my men to teach you things you need to know. I will help your mother too. I will find the best doctor and make sure she recovers," Daiki reached out and tapped Austin's hand, "You have to trust me," "What exactly do you want from me?" "I want you to be my eyes,"

So he asks Aimi "So, what is it?" "There was only one way to prove it. how if both of you go out together?" "Of course, not." "Then both of you need to be like this forever. so I will keep Yami with me forever.". " That's enough. Let us talk about this." Hikari goes to Ayasa and says "Are you okay with this?" Ayasa just says that she was okay. but, she just wanted Hikari to know that it was not a date. Hikari agrees with it. Then they say to Aimi "We will do it!"

Not so subtly reminding me, that while she’s not Yon, Nema does run with a group I can’t stand. I blink trying to process the unprecedented situation. Not having an answer for either female vying for my attention, right at the moment Aya steals my ice cream cone. “Hiro,” the little whimper sends a jolt through my system. The name, as much as the way she says it, is unique to Ayame—with a little curl on the r in her accent. I note that Tien’s knee goes up in the same manner mine is. We’re guys. We don’t call each other out on natural responses. But I’m still pretty clueless over what ice cream has to do with sex.

In a quick move, I shot him in the knee. Yamaka's face twisted in pain and rage. "Aconite, are you crazy? How dare you shoot me!" I walked over to him, calm and collected, and picked up a glass of wine. "You remember when you were my dance teacher? You used to cane me a lot in the knee, almost making me lame." I took a sip of the wine, savoring the taste as Yamaka's eyes widened in shock.

by Aya Nakamura plays. Jymia starts dancing to the beat. She is dutty whining; sashaying her hips, moving her waist fluidly, shaking her booty like she’s grinding up on a guy, and dipping low to the ground. She sticks out her tongue—feeling sexy, confident, and living her best life. Shani and I glare in awe. But we snap out of it and continue what we’re about to do. We let Jymia keep dancing and listening to her music.