Himiko Toga Creepy Smile Novels & Stories

"Sigh. Sakura, how many times must I tell you? As my heir and future Miko, you have to always uphold majesty and pride at any moment." The door opened to show a beautiful and mature woman. She had long golden hair, fox ears, whiskers, and six golden tails. She was wearing a loose kimono that partially showed her large breasts and a monocle. In her right hand was a large gourde containing an unknown liquid. She was talking and walking with a bored expression, but the grâce of her demeanor was unmistakable. But, the moments she took a swig of her gourd and began gulping down what was contained in it–

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I ask. Her eyes are still closed and she holds up a finger as she continues to crunch the bones before swallowing them and opening her eyes. “Hmm, not bad,” she says, smiling at me. “I’m connecting to my hyena. It was Bajaro’s idea. She said hyenas eat the bones of their prey, and she thought it might help me connect to that part of me. I have to admit, it sounded gross, but I kind of like it,” she says, then growls before biting into the bone again and crunching her way through another bite.

"You've been through a lot, and I don't think anyone should have to face that alone. As Aqua's warm smile washed over him, Damon felt a rush of emotions flood his senses. Her beauty, illuminated by the soft glow of the evening sun, seemed to captivate him in a trance. His breath caught in his throat as he caught her gaze, his eyes drawn to the delicate curve of her lips, the gentle contour of her body, and the way her shirt hugged her chest.

Is this how l am spending eighteen years of my life. "SAKURA?" Hmm now l am hearing voices hah. Calling my name. "Is that you Sakura." I look up to see one of the girls l worked with. "What are you doing here." I could not respond as l observed her way of dressing. She was wearing a yellow kimono. Her hair tied in a lovely semi circle hairpins pluck and. She had some makeup on. "You.." "I am Hozumi don't you remember." She smiled . "Hozumi?"

T-Rex said as they both continue the stare while the tension rise. "I know i can't count on you two," a voice said as the tension between T-Rex and Henshitu-sha reached the point that it seems they will be fighting soon. Over...Overseer," Henshitu-sha stuttered as they both saw a man that has a dignified look on him, the man was wearing a mid era Japanese kimono and has a feminine look on him, he had a black hair but the tip of his hair where a bit purple matching with his eyes that was purplish, he can't be described as being handsome but beautiful .

“He’s so fucking cute” Then, his gaze hardens. “Stalking my Sorahiko?— How fucking audacious”. He flips over the second photograph. It’s a picture of Sorahiko and— Yukimura Rei. His breath catches in his throat. “W-What…?”. He scans the photograph with intense focus. He sees the two omegas in the photo smiling— they are clearly familiar with each other. He knows this because Sorahiko doesn’t just smile with anyone…but why? Why would he be smiling with Yukimura Rei?.

Then he seemed to find what he was looking for as he smiled and gestured for her to look as he turned it her way. Misao Aika's blood heated up when she saw it. For display on the screen was a picture of her face with a hard penis between her lips as she sucked it. She tried to turn away when he seized her wrist with an iron grip. “Principal are you the demon mask―” She started licking her lower lips. Seeing her like this, Principal Hamura chuckled, “Wait, Misao Aika, there is one more I want you to see,” he told her in a voice now loud and commanding.

She read slowly, then smiled slightly—an eerie smile that was more terrifying than anger. “Finally, they’ve taken the bait...” she whispered. In front of her, a subordinate knelt respectfully. “Mr. Yuzinkhov has stated he is ready to cooperate, Miss Hideko,” the man reported. “On the condition... blood must be spilled before the month changes.” Hideko exhaled cigarette smoke, her eyes gleaming sharply like a razor. “Good,” she said lightly. “Then... let’s arrange a little blood rain at Edgar Kingston’s birthday party.”

I simply preserve what remains of this vessel—this empty frame that walks between the living and the dead. PAIGE’S POV Shaking in fear, I realized the dilemma I was in. The good life I had imagined… shattered. I’d been scammed. From a distance, I saw an old woman approaching. Her lipstick was a deep, unsettling red, and her hair was dyed an artificial blonde. Her eyes were buried beneath thick, smudged eyeshadow. The tick-tack of her sandals on the cold floor echoed so sharply it felt like it pierced through my ears. She looked terrifying—scary wasn’t even enough to describe her.