Erika Karisawa Novels & Stories

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

Now that she was right in front of him, walking toward his car, he felt his body react in a way that was dangerous. Kane inhaled sharply. She was small. Petite in height, but fucking curvy. Her black jeans hugged her thighs and ass in a way that made his grip on the steering wheel tighten. The black turtleneck she wore was tucked in neatly, accentuating her waist. And that damn hair—fiery red waves spilling from her loose bun, falling around her face like a halo. The contrast of her—soft, warm, and expressive—against the darkness of the underground fighting world made her look like something otherworldly.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Ludo had seen this person before, she was sure. “Ms. Erica Hamuumbu” “Oh s***,” Ludo said under her breath. “Not again.” Caesar raised his voice one more time, “Ms. Erica!” She slowly turned around and smiled, “Oh sorry, i was in the moment,” her smile faded when she saw Ludo. Ludo stiffened. “This is my assistant, Ludo,” Caesar tried to introduce them. “Oh my,” Erica removed her sunglasses. “What are the odds? Ludo? The sick girl?”

“Who was she?” She swallowed the lump in her throat and took a deep breath while collecting her thoughts. “Her name was Carla,” she finally said softly. “She was a witch from the Red Oak Tribe.” “She was a witch?” Erik already knew this information based on the letters that he couldn’t help but read. But he wanted to hear Iris say it for confirmation. “Yes,” Carla said softly. “She was a human witch.” Erik nodded as he processed the confirmation of the information he already knew.

"Yes. I am Ellisia. Ellisia Hudgens." "I am Erika, Erika Summer." she stretched her hand for a handshake and I accepted it. "If my brother married you, you have my support. My brother only asked me to come here so that I can witness his wedding day. I wish you all the best, Ellisia but remember what I told you. Never stay in a situation that keeps on draining you. It is not worth it."

We cautiously approached but before we could reach the door, it flew open and a team of huskies poured out into the snow, yipping and jumping among Makya’s team. “HEEL! Come on you hooligans!” barked Eris stepping out. Eris was a lanky fellow, who had turned twenty last summer. At 195 cm, he towered over my 173cm, and even over Makya. I smiled up at Eris as he pushed a windblown black lock of hair back behinD his ear where his long curls hung. “Hello, Eris. We didn’t expect you to beat us.” “Well, Dekota got the itch to come sooner, so we left last night. We should have only been an hour behind you but we decided to cut across deer run to get here.”

She wept and I just smirked watching her cry the more. "That's what you get for standing up against me.." Skip Carla's pov I dressed up my wound the moment I settled at my room after what that bastard did to me. A girl saw everything, I guess she also works here in the Manson. She helped me Arranged some of my stuffs in my queen like apartment after taking them away from Dawson's room. I got to know her name - Erika. we were both walking around the building. She was showing me around, I asked her what work she does here.

He paused momentarily while the workers behind him gave each other puzzled looks. He wasn't just surprised because of this girl’s beautiful appearance but everyone knew that the master had a serious case of OCD and was disgusted with women. There was only one woman in the world that the master could tolerate and that was none other than Erika. So who exactly was this woman? Erika looked at Ryan and the workers. She took a bite of the prawn dumpling and said apologetically, "Uh, I forgot to put on my make up today, did I scare all of you?"

Mari asks. "Its none of your business, but do you know one?" "Yes I do, and you know him too." "Who are you talking about Mariana?" "I'm talking about my sisters friend and coworker?" "Stop playing games and just tell me." "I'm talking about Eriza Ar' Sanin but you may know him as Eric."