Emi Fukukado Novels & Stories

Erika asks seriously, and the room goes strangely quiet. "Dios mio. Fine," I say, caving only because they aren't going to let up. "Her name is Quincy, okay? We've gone out once. That's it. Stop acting like I'm about to walk down the aisle." "Gone out once, and she's already been in three pictures," Eduardo says. "The girl works fast."

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

It’s adorable how much effort Tiberius has put into tonight. I don’t think any guy, including Emilio, was my first. I barely remember losing my virginity, which doesn’t say much for Emilio’s abilities in hindsight. It just happened at a party playing seven minutes in heaven. And upon expanding my sexual experience for comparison, seven minutes is pitiful for a sexual encounter. I told myself I got the worst experience out of the way first. I mean, no virgin should question if it’s in.

If I could, I didn't wish he was my and Xavier's son instead of May. Anyways, what about Ruth's baby? I didn't even see her in the mansion. "Wooo ew?" He called me in his cute voice bringing my attention once again to him. "I'm your friend?" I blurt, not knowing what else to say. "Ew mie fan?" he stares at me with a shine of hope in his eyes. An involuntary smile takes over my face. "Yes," "I em Jamets," He said with a wave. "N I too," He added, showing his three fingers.

If only her husband would give her this one chance, who knows what would happen? “You must have mud in your ears,” A voice said. Ejima turned her attention to the woman standing some paces away from her. She was dark-skinned and stood closer to the ground, using a dried cedar branch as a walking stick. Her name was Adaku, one of the village midwives. “Good afternoon…I mean…good evening, ma.” Ejima fumbled with words but hoped to keep her face stern. The crease on the older woman’s face deepened.

"Unless you love someone, nothing else makes any sense." ~ E. E Cummings. - "Mrs. Apostolidi." The Prince said looking at the list in his hand. He raised his head from the white sheet to look at the woman who sat gracefully opposite him. She had big brown eyes, blonde beehive hairstyle, average in height, chubby in weight. The Prince took his time looking at every small impressionable quality about the people who he had been questioning for this important task.