Coryxkenshin Merch Novels & Stories

I pick out light blue faded jeans that look like it’ll squeeze the fuck out of his thick thighs and ass. He has a bunch of crop tops and I choose a white tight long-sleeved jersey type one and just as I look through his other cupboards; I find a drawer full of harnesses and pick out one with leather straps and chains. >Check if my Kitten has a collar< Cyro says jumping up and down. I do as he says and rummage through his stuff, just as he thought. I found a nice thick collar with diamonds on it. I set it on the bed with his clothes and pick out socks and a pair of white sneakers similar to my Cyro’s.

And I’ve been hiding it for a very long time. “Y-You’re a Kinsmir?” I asked. Alpha Klaude smirks and tucked some hair behind my left ear. “You and I are Kinsmir, Elle Rose. The only Kinsmir that are alive.”

Something rumbled inside. — Backgammon! Sam yelled, snatching backgammon from her. - These are not cards for you, here you are stuck! "We'll see about that," Kit winked slyly. What she brought for Lou, he flatly refused to show the rest. But it shone twice as intensely. Tom decided that there, most likely, was a naked Kitsune photo shoot. He himself would not refuse such a gift ... But Kit gave him ... a compass. A tiny wooden box, slightly larger than a matchbox, with a brass compass inside.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

he said. He slowly approached the glass door of the K-pop merchandise shop where we were inside, to see the commotion outside. "Looters." At the time, he said that it was as if a light bulb shone on the top of my brother's head. We also got some power banks, mini fans, and batteries from the store. Coco and Demy also got cotton blankets with cartoon characters like We Bare Bears and Pororo. "Do you want to come with us?" Cole asked the mother and her son.

To Kensei's trained eye, his crisp white long-sleeve v-neck and slick black vest, both of which looked suspiciously fresh off the rack, were a clean contrast to the battered dime-store talisman chain resting in the space between his collarbone. From his chats with Khyle, Kensei knew the rookie possessed an altruistic generous side for the people he was closest to, but when it came to himself, the kid was so tight he squeaked. But a new shirt and the strong suggestion of cologne spoke of the effort he'd put into his appearance. Like he was on an interview. Or a date.

I crossed my arms. "What is this about?" I asked, glaring at him. "Just a little present to keep the boy occupied," Ellis said. "Whoa!" Ken cried when he tore the exterior packaging away. Underneath were several smaller boxes. One box had a picture of the robot on it that Ken had described. Another box had a picture of a drone. There were smaller boxes with figurines from games like Pokemon and Bakugon, games that Ken really liked to play. The figurine boxes all had "limited edition" stickers on them.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

"If you follow me, I won't treat you badly." Thorgan looked down and froze. His eyes widened, and his heavy body began to tremble. "Anama Rei?" Cyrus held a brand-new, unopened Anama Rei figurine. It was a 2024 limited edition, with only 50 units released worldwide. Online prices had already soared past 5,000 dollars, and even then, availability was nonexistent. To a veteran nerd like Thorgan, it was nothing less than a sacred relic. He stared at Cyrus in disbelief, then pointed at himself. "T-This is for me?"

wallet balance—¥1,048,576. The trio audibly gasped. “Three thousand yen per hour,” Kimura smiled sweetly. “Or…” He slowly opened his backpack. Like a magician revealing his final trick, out came: A Morita Group prototype game console (not yet released), Limited-edition sneakers from last year’s national championship, A gold-lined envelope containing year-long VIP passes to Koshien. Deal sealed. D-Day. The sun was barely up. Coach Kojima adjusted his mirrored sunglasses and scanned the lineup.