Essos Novels & Stories

) Since when could she speak Japanese? “Hai, daijobudesu kyasu. Masani onryodesu ne. Anata no hyoban ga anata o zenshin sa semasu. Keomi, anata wa karera o dosureba yoi ka shitte imasu.” (Yes, it is ok Cass. You truly are an Onryo. Your reputation proceeds you. Keomi, you know what to do with them.)

“Okay. I understand. But please Marley. Be careful. They know you’re out there.” “Who?” “The other Coven Leaders. You thought Korin was bad. If someone like Othello got you— Absinthe would not be able to do a damned thing about it.” Who the hell was Othello? I didn’t know a thing about the name, or who he was, or his importance. “Who’s Othello?” “Othello is the Lord of the Vampires.” “Absinthe is a Lord too.” I’d met Korin… he was a Lord, and other than being a creep, he wasn’t that ba—

CASSANDRA POV 1 YEAR LATER. "Why can't you send someone else?" I questioned my boss Mateo holding the phone up my ear. "Because you're the best assassin we have to kill this motherfucker, who has been causing trouble for us," Mateo said. "I don't give a fuck how you kill him, seduce him, shoot him in the dick, do what you have to get him" "Fine, so what's the guy's name, and what does he look like," I asked.

Tano stood nearby, holding a cracked mirror. “Tell me what you saw.” Esi whispered: > “They’re building a god made of corrected stories.” > “And it wants us to believe it’s always been true.”

a familiar voice echoed, sending shivers down my spine. I turned my back, hoping to escape the tense situation, but my heart sank as I came face to face with Beelzebub. June, trembling with fear, pleaded with him, "My lord, I'm sorry," her voice quivering in terror, her face a portrait of dread.

His eyebrows raised in question, “I'm Ashanti. Ashanti Dunbar, and you? “ His eyes watched my hands longer than I felt comfortable with, I was about to withdraw them when he covered them with his hands. His hands are big, my hand fits perfectly into his like it was made for this. I mentally scold myself for thinking such. Before I could wander further into my thoughts, his deep baritone voice came. “Roman. Roman Domino "

Then that same spicy scent I'd noticed the night before distracted me. "What's that smell?" - Smell? What a smell? — It looks like spice... It's not cinnamon... I inhaled deeply. No, it was not a cooking spice. Something masculine, a touch exotic, as if coming from the sea breeze. Exotic? That was a word I had never before applied to Matt... The scent made me want to lean into his body, rub my nose against his skin, lick O... “It's the soap.” His words interrupted my sensual reverie. “Sandalwood. went to kari

he said Jisoo kept her gaze low but when her mind finally processed his words she shot her head up. "Marshmallow?!! Me??" She questioned raising an eyebrow. "Aren't you? You body is soft and delicate while you taste sweet." V replied. Jisoo smiled like she had never before. "So what is my nickname marshmallow?" V asked. "Your nickname is Oscar"Jisoo replied Being confused he asked why to which Jisoo replied "Because you are the best reward one can dream for!"

Chief owoyemi twitched his lips causing his mustache to move in a weird way. "Nothing much sir,we have that all under control. It's nothing to worry about" Dami assured him. Johnmoore and Korede were mute,they both had a straight face on. "And sorry about your warehouse but I need you guys to do something for me... Bring him in" chief owoyemi ordered his men to bring a man in. A man half tortured was brought to middle of the room. "I'm sure you all know about Federico abi what's he called". Dami's heart skipped a bit, he was sure Johnmoore's and Korede's must have skipped too"

he spat venom. A/N: so I know it's been such a worry as to what Mia meant by getting herself within the clutches of Tartal but next chapter is Mia's point of view. By the way, a little break for me to look up this name 'Tartal'. I want to know the country that bears it. Seen in an ancient kdrama, a Korean answering the name.