Cursed Kokichi Novels & Stories

making Koishi sign in response. 'I don't know why or how in the hell I woke up in a strange place or more like this Otome game Pleasure of Sinners. The place I was working before as an illustrator, making the characters' Koishi signs in response, still feeling the intense stare of the person who was said to be his butler. "Oh I also want to add that the healer is already half-dead by healing your previous jump from the balcony, then stabbing yourself, drinking poison, jumping in the water and many more, I don't really understand even though you knew how to swim how can you even drown"

When he opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of Carmen sitting on the couch, reading a book. Once she saw Evan, she held her arms open. Her voluptuous body was slightly visible beneath her sheer nightgown. Evan walked over to the couch and hugged her. He took a deep breath as he rested his head against her nape. "How did the autopsy go?" "The victim was a pitiful young woman. According to our preliminary findings, we suspect it's the work of an organ trafficking ring." Evan couldn't see Carmen's reaction, but as I was standing behind him, I could.

It wasn’t excitingly attractive, but it paid what it could. I sat discreetly between two sleek buildings, the club was a dark, atmospheric den quiet mostly for the higher-ranking wolves who wanted a place to relax. When humans stumbled upon it by accident, they rarely stayed long, sensing something… predatory. Rick, the owner—a tough wolf with a bald head and a constant scowl—was waiting for me as I came through the door. He flashed a toothy grin, the kind that made you second-guess any bargain you’d made with him. “Camilla,” he drawled, his eyes scanning me with a knowing smirk. “You’re in for a good night. Got a private request.”

Solid, even. “Maybe it’s Theo’s fault,” she muttered, clutching a cup like a weapon. “This is definitely stress-induced hallucinations due to being underpaid." But what she didn’t notice, because she was too busy bargaining with the coffee machine, was the tall figure leaning casually by the cafeteria’s glass door frame. Yin Sakamoto. Technically an intern. Spiritually a celestial enigma.

she said removing her eyes from my shoulder and making eye contact with me. The kuzaki spell is something like an illusion, an old Chinese friend of my dad had thought us the trick, it is something like a mind game. All you need to do is to prick your wrist and raised it up to your eyes with the person who you want it to affect in mind. Remember... The spell drains your blood as long as you on it. master Wong had warned both of us as he performed the spell. "It was you? You stabbed me in the chest, you staked me?" I asked seriously.

"Give me my bicycle back!" She scowled. "Good night, Sunshine" I chuckled and drove away. I laughed when I heard her cursing behind me. I parked the bike and knocked on the door, it got opened within seconds. "What happened? Did she say anything?" I was bombarded with questions. "Did she remember you?" Jessica asked. "No!" I entered inside. "She will take time." She sulked and sat on the couch. "I thought she will remember everything once she meets you."

If things remained like this, he might not even have a title anymore, “Tell me?! How do I get my wolf back?!” He ran a hand through his dark hair in stress and waited for the elder’s words. The elder looked at the woman and sighed. “You’ve been cursed,” The Alpha blinked in surprise. “Cursed,” he repeated disbelievingly. “Yes,” the Elder gave a nod. “The Witch played a fast one. She has cursed you,” “I “I’m sorry,” The woman tried to apologise again but they ignored her. “How do we get rid of this curse?” Parker asked worriedly.

“You don’t get to speak about her.” The creature went silent for one long moment. Then quietly— “Oh.” Something almost delighted entered its voice. “You love her already.” The room exploded. Roberto crossed the distance instantly grabbing the figure by the throat with terrifying force. Dark shadows burst violently around them while the mansion shook. “I said,” Roberto growled, “leave.” For one dangerous second the creature actually looked surprised. Then— It smiled. Slowly. Knowingly. “Now this,” it whispered, “will be entertaining.”

Alyssa said, pursing her lips thoughtfully as if she was trying to solve a physic problem, "I mean look! You guys are too cute." She made it sound like Octavia and I were little bunnies. "The thing is we already knew why they came after me," I told her. "Our existence is forbidden in the Underworld. Our parents were executed because they had broken their marriage law." "That's baloney!" Cammie said. "Everyone has the right to get married to whoever they love. I thought only humans were bakas!" "What's 'baka'?" Alyssa asked. "Idiots in Japanese."

"I'm a warlock Satake. Even a love potion tastes like shit. So trust me, matcha has got nothing on me." Shifting in my seat a little, I decided it was time for me to ask the one question that was probably the most important. After all, how was I going to know if I didn’t ask? First and foremost, I threw the biggest one of all. "Did you check out the pictures you took?"