Fem Izuku Novels & Stories

Cornucopias are supposed to look fancy and rich. “Lemme see.” I handed it over and she gave it a couple of experimental swings. “It’s not a weapon,” I said. “It’s supposed to symbolize, like, abundance and stuff. Maybe once it’s full it’ll be heavy enough to hit someone with. Mister Woodward and Savannah would get mad though.” “It’s pretty cool,” she said generously. “And I don’t go by Isabella anymore. My new name is Sable.” I nodded. She liked to try different names on for size. For three months she’d been Isa. And before that she’d made everyone call her Niriko after her favorite anime character.

It warmed my heart to see Isis treating her with such tenderness. She’s going to make an amazing mother. Not that we are going to have a pup anytime soon. Isis has that arm implant birth control, and I’m doing my best to remember to wear a condom. I want us to have more time together and settle things in Silverclaw before thinking about an heir.

One that she returns rather happily, slinging both arms around his neck, something that sends a flare of jealousy through me. Who is she? And I don’t mean her name. Her grey eyes are on me, her platinum and purple hair falling in front of her eyes. She’s average height, with a slender toned body, breasts that are slightly larger than average and she has her nose pierced. She’s in ripped white jeans and a tank top. A small smile crosses her lips as Zedkiel lets go of her. “So this is the bombshell that captured your attention.” She says, walking over to me and holding her hand out. “Hey, I’m Isabella, but please, call me Isa.”

It was the voice of the woman that had captured her two years back when she had followed the basket to this island. “Nwanyoo (Easy),” Ejima muffled and turned her attention to the woman. She towered some feet away, with braided hair that dangles on her sides. It was impossible to see her eyes, but Ejima could see the muscle drooping on her shoulders like a watermelon. Save for the fact that women hardly wear weapons, Ejima has never seen a woman with such height and power. Her status could send even the bravest man on their knees.

That's the level of her stupidity. Within a few minutes of walking around the campus near our building, I finally saw Isla coming. I was about to scold her again, but I wasn't able to after hearing someone else call her. And I couldn't believe who it was. Mizuki Ishikawa… Out of all the men who get to know Isla, why would it be him? I simply hid from one of the trees which is a little far from where they are standing, waiting for anything else to happen that would give me any reason to hit that bastard.

Crista grumbled, taking a cute dress off the rack. “I’ll kill him.” Isadora exclaimed. I knew she’d be upset hearing that part. I didn’t think her gift would get out of hand as the dress in her hands went stiff, turning to marble. “Um… Beta Isadora? Your garment is… marble.” Crista nodded to the dress. “Izzy. You may call me Izzy. And yes. Sorry, I got a little agitated.” She sighed, and the dress returned to normal. The little bits of marble that now dusted the floor were the only sign anything had happened.

Lucien opened her mouth to say something but a familiar voice came out from nowhere excitedly, " Lucien! You are back!" Isabella jolted snapping her head up to see Ikaya running on their way. She was dressed in jet black coat with a tight pair of skinny black jeans. Her imposer was quite seductive as if she had dressed like that to join a teenage party. Judging by her dress, it seemed like she had just come from human world. Ikaya bolted past through her freezing body. Without caring about her presence, Ikaya jumped herself over Lucien and pulled him into an intimate hug.

She held it up, watching the liquid swirl inside. Perfect. She turned to Elara one last time. “You should be grateful,” Izzy murmured. “I could’ve done worse.” Without another word, Izzy walked away from her room and went straight to her room. She kept charm in her closet, not letting anyone see it. “Izzy…..” Kimmelly said as she walked in slowly and she closed the door behind her. “I have a week now.” Izzy said. “A week to prove yourself that you are truly pregnant and you also said the healer’s charm is going to last for two hrs and what if you use the pill and Kieran kept you waiting in the middle of the pack members?” Kimmelly said.

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

she mumbled with a shake of her head. She was just about to head off to look for Seth when a voice startled her from behind. “Ma’am Isabel?” The voice was high-pitched and feminine. Izzy turned to see a woman approaching her, probably just a few years older than she was, wearing a maid’s uniform. “You’re Ma’am Isabel, right?” the woman asked politely, stepping closer. Izzy felt awkward and shy, giving a small nod. “J-just call me Izzy,” she said with a sheepish smile.