Chika X Riko Novels & Stories

My hand fisted into the front of his shirt, slamming him back into the lockers with a sharp clang that echoed through the room. “If you lay a finger on her—” Riko laughed. “I won’t,” he said, “Relax.” His eyes locked onto mine. Cold and calculating. “But I’ll make sure she comes to me like a little bitch in heat.” The words hit like a punch. And this time, I didn’t hold back. My fist connected with his face, snapping his head to the side as blood spilled from his mouth. “You don't know anything about me Riko. You think you do, You have this idol image of me in your mind but it's wrong. I’ve been through shits that you can't begin to understand.”

I grinned, giving her a one-armed hug. “Technically speaking, I’m your only cousin-in-law. I know others in the Frost general family tree are married. But for your first cousins, I’m it till Adam’s daughters start getting married.” Riko rolled her eyes. “Hi, Xenia. It’s nice to meet you. I’m Riko. I’d wanted to say hi but didn’t think the courtroom was appropriate.” She smiled. “Hi, Riko. It’s nice to meet you too. I’ve heard a lot about you and your family. Thank you for inviting us to come over.” Xenia offered her hand, and instead of a handshake, Riko hugged her.

I started in my lecture. “Also, Riko is JAPANESE. That means she has roots in Japan. It’s a completely different country from China. So I ever hear you call her or anyone a racist slur.” I glared at them. I was in fight mode because they’ve really pissed me off. “I’ll beat your faces so bad your own mothers won’t recognize you.”

she said, gesturing for my brothers to sit. Darius quickly put down the stack of glasses he was carrying and grabbed a seat right after Elijah took his. “So?” we asked in unison, all eager to see our girl. “I present to you, Riko Shiraishi.” mom smiled, stepping out of the way. My jaw dropped. If this were a cartoon, my jaw would have hit the floor, and my eyes would be bugging out of their sockets.

Mom giggled like a teenager, covering her mouth, proudly flashing her newly painted fake nails. My teeth ground together as I shifted my glare to Ricochet. He was still sitting pretty, legs crossed, one arm lazily draped along the backrest of the sofa, looking offensively gorgeous in a simple white polo and brown trousers. Like he didn’t just walk back into my life and flip it upside down.

Ada returned her gaze to the King. “Who will stop me?” Chika laughed, “You? I will like to see you try,” He said and mounted down from his horse. Ada did not give him the chance, her sword hissed as she pulled it out and brought it down with all her might, aiming for his head. Chika raised his sword at the last hour and Ada’s hands vibrated as the shock wave traveled from the sword to her hands and to every part of her body.

’ Chichi thought and remembered her sex with Mingchan. Christopher was liking Chichi’s reaction while looking at his dick. He removed his polo and he was fully naked as well. Chichi crawled up and grabbed his dick while she initiated their kiss. Chichi was kissing Christopher intensely while her eyes were closed while Christopher was not moving but already drooling because of Chichi massaging his dick. “Ungh, Christopher..” Chichi moaned. She then removed her hand from his dick and started holding his face while kissing his lips. She was rubbing her bare pussy on Christopher’s dick. He then closed his eyes and followed the way Chichi was kissing him. Christopher’s hands went on her buttcheek

Three days later, Cyrene comes over to where the dragons sleep at night. “Kiko! Kiko, wake up!” she says. I grumble, like I’m still asleep and carefully tuck her against me like I’m a baby sleeping with a stuffed animal. “Kiko! Wake. Up!” she says, pushing on my scales. “We’re supposed to have breakfast then I have classes this morning!” I swipe my tongue over her body, then begin gagging. “Eww! You taste like milk!” I say, scrunching my face.

Noticing her faulter slightly, as this statement was met with a vague look of surprise. There was only a momentary pause before Chiri’s slanted eyes narrowed on him. Lunging in as fluidly as a viper, she swiped his side in response. Leaving a thin cut along the edge of his ribs, the Witch skidded to a halt beside one of her discarded weapons. Remarking coldly, as she took it up, “You’ve been talking to Rika.” Releasing an exasperated puff of air. Chiri then flourished the blades in her hands.

I groaned. “A little help!” Riko shouted as she climbed on a chair, trying to reach the smoke detector. “I’ve… almost…” she grunted, standing almost on her tiptoes, reaching up. She tried to jump slightly, and I saw the chair wobble. Oh shit! “CUPCAKE!” I exclaimed, rushing in just enough time to catch her as the chair clattered to the ground.