Female Kageyama Novels & Stories

I could still feel Ayame’s fingers leaving mine. I looked toward the dark windows. Far below, waves hammered the cliffs. Her name left my mouth before I could stop it. “Ayame.” Hayate went still. The water around us began to glow. Across the room, the dead security screens turned on together. A woman appeared on every display. Long black hair. Soft amber eyes. Standing alone beside the Silvercrest shore. She turned toward the hidden camera as though she could see me through it. Then the ocean rose behind her.

“L.O.L. Rain would be stupid to go up against Ari. Kyra would beat his ass before he could. She is really protective of her mate and then I would have to fight with Kyra and I’m not sure who would win.” “She would.” “No. I am a good fighter. I could win.” I shook my head, while looking at my phone. Yes, Maggie was a very good fighter, but she didn’t have her wolf like Kyra and she was a lot shorter. Besides, Kyra had wanted to become Gamma, I’m pretty sure she was a better fighter. “You should spar together. See who wins.” Kyra would win, but I’m sure Ari and Rain would get a kick out of seeing their women spar. Or maybe Maggie would play dirty. She was trained by her dad daily and he had sh

I say. Moving closer I continue holding her hand, “My name is Alpha Kate Adams, Alpha to the Golden Moon Pack,” she says proudly. I recognize who she is immediately. She is the one of few female Alphas and the toughest female Alpha our generation has ever seen. I am excited to have a mate who will bring excitement to my life. I smile at her pulling her closer to me, “Well Alpha Kate, we should have a dance, don’t you think?” I say pulling her to the dance floor as tingles move between us.

It was as if they all had moved to a dark room and her eyes which stared into your soul was the only light so all you could do is stare back. Ayame exhales. “Aka Manto… Amanojaku… Gashadokuro… Jorogumo… Jubokko, Kappa, Kuchisake Onna, Kyokotsu, Nure Onna, Yuki Onna, Obariyon, Onihitokuchi, Shuten Doji, Tamamo-no-Mae, Yamauba, Sutoku Tenno… If its none of then then nod to this… Obake, Tengu, Tsukumogami, Kinataro, Rokurokubi, Yurei. None of these either huh… Then was it a Zashiki- warashi? Or a Tanuki. Don’t tell me perhaps a Ningyo or Amabie or an Iiju or a Kirin…. I’m getting exhausted now. I can’t find an answer…” says Ayame and starts chewing on her finger nails as her eyes started to get

he grumbled lazily. This fact about Keira Sashenka, no one knows other than Girls Knight. The woman, who had already passed her twenty-fifth year, still couldn't find someone who could make her completely wet. Arabella's chuckle aired. The woman still smiled even though her eyes showed pity. More like mocking. "We're all the same, Kei. The difference is, we can and you can't." He said in a humorous tone.

she moaned, and managed to get a leg in front of him and pushed. Kota looked like a crazy woman to Cage when he looked up at her. Her hair tangled and matted to her face, and her cheeks glowed rosy like she had just run a marathon. "Damn, Cage," Kota wheezed, "that was about 5 orgasms." "So you do like your pussy being eaten?" he asked with a laugh. "I need some water, I have a glass in the bathroom." Kota's breathing was still ragged, but Cage hurried to get her some water.

KAGE 'Greetings, Alpha Kage.' The first words she said to me replayed in my head like a cursed refrain. In a month, I was meant to be celebrating my longtime lover, the last thing I expected was to be disturbed by thoughts of 'her.' It couldn't be easy to forget her when she looked like 'that.' Like the mate I was forcing my mind to believe was dead. She was Belly in an upgraded version. The version I never got to see. Her hair was the most unique I'd ever seen. Such length and color; especially the ash dusting the tips of the charcoal gray. First glance at that hair and one would think she was a goddess.

He parroted. “Yes.” Kage seriously replied. “Why would he entrust that very crucial task to a woman – well, more of, to a person without even a certain identity.” He suddenly blurted out. Kage grunted in annoyance, too. “Yeah, I couldn’t believe that, either. But I can say that they have also been very supportive of us. Not to mention, that they are also an eyesore.” Kage blabbered with distaste. “You seemed not to like Tamika.” He teasingly told him.

On placing the last dish I searched for a seat to sit, and the only seat left empty was between Kenma and Ryusei. I took a deep breath and moved towards the seat and sat down. I looked down at my plate and acted as normal as I could. Kenma kicked my leg playfully teasing me and I kicked him back, pouting at him. "So who's this pretty girl?" Kageyama spoke as he ate, he was sitting right in front of me, we made eye-contact and I blushed and looked away. "Yeah, I didn't quite catch your name." Ryusei turned towards me and spoke.

Kageo’s declaration felt heavier than a mere expression of affection. The young man in front of her was clearly bringing forth emotional feelings that would become a burden for her in the future. Even so, she tried to respond neutrally, offering a polite smile to show her appreciation. "I am grateful that you would write a song for me, Young Master," she said with a courteous smile. "But I don't know much about music and can't truly appreciate its meaning. It would be better if you wrote it for a more deserving woman." Kageo shook his head, his gaze remaining warm and filled with conviction. "There is no one more deserving than you. In my life, there is only you and my mother. Aside from tha