Fūjin Novels & Stories

Jacob said Yeah....yay

I turn to see Acre, Sky, my mother and father and grandma Beth all standing around us, the latter three had burn marks around their necks from where the silver collars were, "Ocean, hold tight to Desert, only you can channel her powers, the rest hold hands" We all do as Lanna has instructed us and Lanna starts whispering words that sound like a chant as we stood watching the battle before us, the noise starts to dim, a light above the battle starts to decend and eventually we can see or hear anything, until a sweet voice hums a tune, calming us, then it whispers, "You have done so well, the bond of family is strong, remember to be as one",

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.

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

I love him so much and I don't want to lose him forever. I held his pinky finger and stroked it gently; I remember a story he once told me. “Vincent... Have you ever heard the story about the red string of fate?” I ask. He was silent for a moment in thought, then said, “Hmm. I heard that when I went to Japan. The local people there call it “Unmei no akai ito”. According to legend, the gods tie an invisible red thread to the pinky finger of two people who are bound to find each other in life. They will love each other no matter what and only death can do them part.”

Some hours later, I was lying with Lucian on our bed, with everyone long gone. Their company was great and I loved their gifts. The guys got a baby monitor. Mom and the girls bought important babystuffs and also some unisex clothes since they hadn't known the sex of the baby. My favorite one was the onesie with the inscription *Angel* that mom bought. I was overwhelmed with their gifts. "Thanks for inviting everyone". I muttered to Lucian, whose arm was wrapped around my waist. "Anything for you baby". He kissed my head. "I love you". I stared into his eyes. Now my favorite thing to look at.

small woman, but she was quick. She swiftly laid out all of the gowns for my inspection before turning to curtsy to me. "Um, do you by chance have any jeans and t-shirts instead?" I asked, "I'm not really a gown kind of gal unless I have to be." "Oh!", she squeaked, "Of course your highness. Apologies for the assumption, but we thought with you being a Royal that you would prefer a gown. I'll fetch some more casual options!" Before I could say anything else, she had left the suite and returned once again loaded down with clothing. This time she had come with several pairs of jeans and an assortment of t-shits and sweaters. "What's your name?" I asked as she laid my new load of selections ou

A sentence hovered above the watch that said : [Phoenix War Queen has sent you a message]

ZION "Zion, for fucks sakes. Can't you keep your hands to yourself," Kendra fumed as she swatted my fingers away from her, "Didn't your mama teach you not to mess with a black girl's weave!" The scowl on her face amused me as well the red weave she decided to get during the weekend.

But right now he seems to be thinking about nothing else but the journey. Or maybe he is thinking of the destination. 2. Tuesday 27th April 2010 01:32 Karen Anderson has the look of a woman in power; her hair dragged back along her head so that it looks like the skin at the hairline is ready to tear open. The hair continues back and is tied up with the use of those things that can be bought in pharmacies to keep hair in order, the name of which escapes her at the moment. The excess hair, which is never seen down but is kept for the sake of her womanhood, hangs in a ponytail down to the centre of her back.