Fūjin Novels & Stories

The craftsmanship, the quiet elegance, it felt like stepping into another century. Footsteps approached. Haruto Suzuki entered first, impeccable in a charcoal kimono-style jacket over tailored trousers. Beside him walked the interpreter I recognized from the waterfront lounge, and a woman who could only be his wife. She is stunning, flawless porcelain skin, long black hair pinned in an elegant twist, wearing a deep plum kimono embroidered with silver cranes. She looked no older than me, maybe twenty-five or twenty-six, but carried herself with the quiet confidence of someone who’d grown up knowing exactly who she was.

"Four years?" Jane reached for my arm. "That's all over now. Ain't nothing to think about." "Jane?" "Ma'am, they go much better with Cognac than they do wine." "B-but Suzy?" Jane shook her head and straightened her neck. Her usual smile flattened into a straight line. "No, ma'am. That woman wasn't living in your house, not as long as I had breath in these lungs. No, ma'am."

says Peter peeling the lady away from me “calm down she’s not going anywhere” “Oh gosh I am so sorry” the woman says stepping back from me. She’s about 6 foot tall and looks to be in her sixties with her hair pulled back in a silver bun. “I am Madeline, I was yours and the King’s nanny, when you were all children, Now I care for the Highnesses.” She says a little more solemnly than she was before. “Madeline, can you make some tea please?” Alex asks the woman as she nods and walks away. Alex ushers me into the nearest room which turns out to be a parlour of some sorts.

If he had, I probably wouldn’t be standing here. Fukui exhaled heavily, gripping her shoulders as he pulled away. "You know Beatrice, mother. Beatrice Carbone Morunaga." He said my name like a reminder, like he was trying to make Suniza acknowledge that, whether she liked it or not, I was Ryuu’s wife. "Ah, yes," Suniza practically sang, her voice dripping with disdain as she stepped aside, allowing me into the suite with a barely disguised look of disgust.

I hate it when a woman tries to chase me, it makes me feel awkward, Lucia was a beautiful woman but I think she deserves something better, not someone like me. “She took the night off, she will be back tomorrow.” Grace looked at Maeve. “This is Maeve, she is the Alpha's Mate, show her around, I would have asked Riley to do it but she is not around”

Hugh quickly replied. "Shouldn’t you show some appreciation for my consideration?" Fukuda smiled inquiringly. "What would you like, Fukuda-san?" Hugh asked urgently. "I want your granddaughter!" Fukuda’s eyes gleamed with pleasure as he looked at Hugh. Hugh’s heart surged with anger at the audacious request. Even if he hoped for Fukuda’s help, how could his granddaughter, Ruby Lachlan, serve such an old predator? "Fukuda-san, that's not appropriate!" Hugh responded coldly.

“Otherwise, you’ll really make us late for dinner.” “What’s oneesan?” Jane asked from behind. “And imoutosan?” Akira said, “Oneesan is older sister and imoutosan is younger sister in Japanese.” “Oh!” Jane expressed as she clasped her hands together. “If we’re going to be sisters, non-related of course, I think I will be the oldest. I know what we should do. We should form a sisterhood or something.” Sakura cocked her head to one side, a thoughtful look on her face. “Jane, are you serious?”

And did I mention it's the same knife from which he carved my body with his initials? Within few seconds my mind come up with thousand of memories and possibilities that can happen right. Even though I had fair share of ideas and possibilities that more probably be my faith yet I wasn't so sure if which one was about to happen or if there are more scenarios that my mind cannot grape at. Though with the thousands of emotions and words colliding inside of my skull one thing was for sure and that was, I'm doomed... My apprehension about the nearby future about my faith was answered within seconds as he rested his Sharpe tiny knife against the sensitive flesh of my skin.

Her legs clipped tightly around his waist while his hands found her shirt Slowly, ripping the blouse she wore.. Japan** "Wow, it's so.... huge !"Lavina exclaimed happily. Alden and Lavina could be seen, staring at the biggest mountain in Japan Mount Fuji! "They say it's over 100,00 years old" Alden chipped in with a big smile. Her wore something casual but Lavina seemed to be much interested in wearing a kimono She never bothered to pack her hair, instead let it roll freely down her back