Geisha Samurai Novels & Stories

“Lorelei had the grace of a jellyfish. Her movements were just mesmerizing. I often found myself unable to do any school work, just lost in the blue of her eyes and the littlest things about her. Like, as an Ice-nin, how she wore her hair up in a high knot with ornaments, how she painted her face and neck white…” Aki knew all about geisha makeup. The face was indeed made completely white and masklike with dark brows and red highlighter at the corner of each eye. The lips were drawn smaller than they actually were: the top fully in red but the bottom with only a curved red stripe, giving the lips a pouty appearance. For this, geishas used a small brush dipped in an extract of safflower infuse

The mountain's names and towns were detailed on a big map with the careful letters of Emma. She was still comparing the notes from one book to her map when the door opened. "Greetings, Your Highness," Gia stepped inside and bowed elegantly with her carefully braided red hair behind. Her soft and clean blue dress fitted to her lovely curves and without many adornments, just the golden wristbands with the symbol of the Hunter family. Emma inspected her from head to toe and nodded. That was the perfect depiction of a dragoness warrior and, of course, one with a lot of stories to tell. She smirked.

He kills for fun and dips his meals in the blood of his victims. “Never better,” Iroshi replies, his eyes graze my body and I grimace. I really should not have come. Behind him, a beautiful woman clad in a kimono steps up. She has two samurai swords tied to her back in the shape of an ‘X’ and she takes her place next to Iroshi. “You have news of Sergio?” Kane asks. Around us, conversations come to a standstill. Kane may be feared by the people in our land but he is still a baby compared to Iroshi. The man was already a mafia king even before Kane was born.