Carla Tsukinami Novels & Stories

She looked outside of the window as the car drove into their hideout. Mariko Saito, a 22-year-old lady. The youngest among the agents, who got the title of being the youngest skilled assassin in their batch. She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working.

They were rival packs and there’s no way they would be together without his parents disapproval. A knock on her study door interrupted her thoughts. “Come in.” She quietly said, helping herself to a glass of tequila. In came Carlos with a wrapped present in his hand. “Happy birthday, alpha.” He said with a smile, carefully placing the present on her desk. “I’m sorry it’s coming late.” He apologized as her birthday was actually the day before. Isabel had totally forgotten about her own birthday because her thoughts were occupied with finding her mate. It was her nineteenth birthday.

In the end, the Karainas chose a relatively young woman named Seika as their leader. She had to be around thirty-nine years old. With her head cut short and her broad back, anyone would confuse her with a man if they saw her from behind. There was not an ounce of fat or curves on her body; she was all muscle.

When surrounded by hostile Amazons she still struggled to get to my side. "What about your Jason Statham?" she prodded. "He's English. Besides, I prefer Chiaki Kuriyama," I eyebrow pumped. "There is something about a chick with cast-iron balls." "Who?" Yasmin searched her memories. "Gogo Yubari from Kill Bill Volume 1," I informed her. Yasmin thought that over. "That girl was clearly insane!" she thumped my chest. "Believe me, female mental health issues have never stopped me in the past," I shrugged.

Said Carla. "Are you certain,what if it is a trap?* Rita asked. "You go to church all the time. They teach you about faith yet you don't seem to have it.where usyyour faith woman?" Carla asked. Carla suddenly stopped. "Why have you stopped?" Rita asked. The two of them stared at the woman who was bathing in the Oak river. Her hair was glowing in a blue colour. The woman got out of the water, her naked body became covered in a blue lingerie then a blue gown that showed her female figure. Her hair returned to its normal colour . The woman was Theresa,she turned her gaze towards Carla and Rita.

I muttered with tears filling my eyes. “You can call me Elisa.” “Hi, Elisa,” my tears gushed down my cheeks. “I know I look different from every other wolf, but we are one of our kind, Eira. The Moon Goddess blessed us with a unique gift. Such which no one in this century has,” she softly said. “What gift do you mean?” The confusion I felt was laced in my voice. “Healing, Eira. We have the gift of healing,” my wolf’s voice was calm and charming. Very different from mine.

Aurora asked with a grin "Answer my question first silly" Annabella snapped "The manager is not here babe,calm down" Aurora chuckled and Annabella sighed out "Gosh,thank goodness" She said "Why does that car look so familiar? Isn't that the new car the CEO of Classic four wheels just got?" One of waitresses said and everyone faced her "You mean Thadeus?" Another one asked "Exactly...but where did Annabella meets that bullionaire?!!" Another one screamed "Oh please,it's probably not him. They are not in the same level please"

Without hesitation, she slid into the empty seat on the other side of Tarzan. Tarzan caught the unfamiliar sweet perfume and opened his eyes. “Hi,” she said in a soft, high-pitched voice, smiling brightly. “I couldn’t help noticing you. Are you a model or something?” Tarzan glanced at her from the side. “No.” His tone made it clear he wanted the conversation to end there. “Really? You’ve got that look. I’m Sakura — half American, half Japanese.” She tilted her head playfully. “What’s your name?”

Carla returned to the classroom and couldn't help smiling. The mention of Mr Schuchter and Mr Barton must mean that the two men were also going to be there. But even if they weren't, she couldn't wait to fuck Mr Tatchev. She went over her outfit in her head. She was wearing a black turtleneck t-shirt today, with black pants that sat tight around her ass. Underneath them she had one of her sexiest black lace bras and a matching g-string. That would surely do.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?