Douma X Kokushibo Novels & Stories

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

Champagne moaned, her eyes finally closing out of ecstasy. She held onto his coat tight and threw her head back, a fire started to grow in the pit of her stomach and she knew she was about to but then he stopped. Champagne's eyes flew wide to this man's smirk. "Not so fast little girl " he whispered smugly then stepped away. Champagne was forced to hold on the sink and stare at this man. Nikolai reached for his trousers and pulled them down, in all this she said nothing until he removed his boxers and his member sprung free.

“Who the hell are you?” Nya asked as she blinked against the fog. The man, dressed in a black shirt, open wide enough at the collar that she could see a tuft of dark hair across his chest, black pants and boots, all of it with red piping along the seems, with dark hair and intense dark eyes, staring at her with a smoldering glare, paused several paces in front of her. The fog seemed to dissipate for a moment, and behind him, Nya could see nothing but the jagged tops of the mountain. No trees, no plants, no buildings, no animals. No dragon.

He looks at me intensely, as if analyzing me. I click my tongue. "Why would it bother me? We don't even know each other, I'm just saying what I think, exactly the way you said things should be." I stare at him defiantly. He smiles. "I like you. By the way, my name is Justin Coleman." He extends his hand toward me in greeting. "Ella Murray." I return the gesture. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ella." "I say the same to you, Mr. Coleman." "Just Justin, I just cooked for you, we are friends now."

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That happens in real life? "Well okay. That makes total sense" I said, sarcastically and very angrily. "How about you pause your questions for later and work on that temper boiling in you. You are a few seconds away from reducing every building in this school to ashes. You wouldn't want that would u?" What is this..... I don't even know how to address the voice in my head. How cam I possibly burn a building? Is she trying to be funny or what? "I'm afraid not Azura."

She showed me everything. The shelf of animals and their individual names and personalities. The drawings on the wall, each one explained in detail, that one was Button in the garden, that one was Daddy at work which was why he looked so serious, that one was a princess but not a regular princess, a princess who also knew karate.

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

“As promised” Uche signalled with his first finger and the servants dropped the baskets beside the small hut, “here are the gifts.” The Dibia stood and counted the baskets with her nose. There were ten baskets of yam, six baskets of tomatoes, five baskets of ogbono, and a calabash of undiluted palm wine. At least six chicken in their prime were tied together in another basket, just next to some edible vegetables. “You have done well,” the Dibia nodded and returned to her seat. The antelope skin that hung on her shoulders, kept her proud nature affirmed and nothing suggested if she was pleased with the present or not.