Fūjin Novels & Stories

The blindfold was ripped away as strong hands forced me to my knees on the tatami mats of the hidden Kyoto ryokan. The air smelled of incense, expensive sake, and raw masculine power. Standing before me was a stunning woman in a blood-red kimono, her black hair pinned with ornate kanzashi, and a dragon tattoo peeking from her collar. She was Akira Hayashi, the ruthless Dragon Princess who now controlled the most powerful Yakuza syndicate in Japan.

“What’s the meaning of this?” Ms. Perfect roars as soon as she has caught her breath. “Do you know how much this rice cooker costs? It’s imported all the way from Japan and it has a microchip and uses fuzzy logic!” Kate lifts her horrified eyes to meet Ms. Perfect’s angry ones. Yssy thinks Kate should win the FAMAS Best Actress Award because her eyes reflect a complex mix of incomprehension, shock and guilt. Inside though, it isn’t lost on the two roomies that Ms. Perfect, a self-proclaimed Luddite, uses words like “microchip” and “fuzzy logic” (whatever that is) under stress.

Wordlessly they had walked me to my own throne room where my cousin had installed herself on the throne. Carlotta Danneskiold. Once a beautiful young lady with licorice coloured locks. Her creamy skin was now pallid, rubescent lips pulled thin and a malevolent gleam like oil in the inky puddle of her eyes. I’ll never forget my shock as I turned away from her to see the entire court were now the monstrous beasts I cringed away from. Some of them looked terrified.

It was a moment of pure harmony with nature, a serene escape from the bustling world outside. She couldn't miss the opportunity to visit Fushimi Inari Taisha, the famous shrine known for its thousands of vibrant red torii gates. Luna embarked on a mesmerizing hike up the mountain, passing through the gates one by one. The trails led her to stunning viewpoints, offering breathtaking vistas of Kyoto below. Luna felt a deep connection to the spiritual energy of the shrine and the dedication of those who had come before her.

No, that would make her look weak. Isabel was fighting within herself whether or not to run to her mate, so he would take away her pain or go through another heat without his help. Isabel’s alpha instincts and her desire for her mate’s approval was far greater than her sexual desires. She called for her cousin through the mind-link, asking him to get some new clothes and underwear for Dylan, instead of facing her mate.

Reyona smiled as she said, “Yeah, something like that.” Then she turned to point at 福 written on the gold pendant attached to the cat’s collar as she said, “Do you see that?” The children nodded. “That says “Fuku” and it means luck. While the bigger letters on the body say “sen man ryou” and that means 10 million gold pieces” “Woah. That is a lot.” Junior said in awe. He tried to count that many gold pieces in his hand and then gave up as he repeated “A lot.”

What are you doing? Geni: Laundry. Want some company? Me: I know what you're trying to do. I'm fine. Geni: You're not fine. You've been moping around all week. He's an asshole. You need some fun. Me: Yes he's an asshole. But fun on my day off means Jamie Fraser in a kilt. Geni: Really. Which episode are you on? When I don't answer her fast enough, because I don't honestly know, she texts again.

It was like his second home. “Spill” Sakura said, popping her bubble gum. Fujirawa Sakura is a fair-skinned cutie who had a strange obsession with the colour pink. She has long dark brown hair, dark eyes, and an amazing figure. Her future ambition is to be a model which everyone thinks will be absolutely possible. She used to have a crush on me and we slept together once when we were both drunk. It’s something I’ll always regret. She wanted us to get together but I told her we could only be friends. Nothing more. Toshiro made a gesture for us to all move closer which we did. He then whispered, brown eyes twinkling; “I found out that Hina is two weeks pregnant and Ren is the father”

The Kimono looks awfully familiar though. “I’m sorry for the intrusion but I wouldn’t be here if the matter isn’t important.” The guy said. Saeko didn't falter. “The Young Lord Fudo of the Shizuka family.” Saeko said with a serious business-like tone. "It is quite rude to enter the Heir Apparent's residence without prior notice." She said. “Tell your master that I am here to fulfill a promise that Shiratori Ryusaki has promised to fulfill.” “What promise? Ryusaki-sama has died years ago. There is no promise he can fulfill.” she said.