Ichimaru Hime Novels & Stories

said William casually. The feeling in his heart was dead, he made her a part of his pleasure. There is only one name, that name is like a diamond that is so precious. He never forgets, and always he misses. "You know, he's the one who's going to touch Diana Catwalk and Lili." "You mean?" asked Afkar who did not understand. "You see, that girl is a master of disguise. Also, she's the beloved Princess of Welas. I'm sure she will be the one to help with our mission."

she thought throwing her head backwards ** Stepping outta the bathroom completely wet while smelling like rosemary, Lavina met the maid Her white hair stucked to her face all scattered making her look like a goddess "You're done ma'am. Please" the maid picked up two outfits "What kimono would you prefer?" "What's....a kimono ?"Lavina asked taking slow strides "It's a Japanese wear. Sir Alden got this for you yesterday ma'am. It's a jūnihitoe kimono. Only royals are....."the maid took her lips in immediately she realized what's she bout to say

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?"

It was mid-afternoon, and the sky had darkened, as if night was approaching. “Imada Yoshio!” Tyr entered the Shindo Order’s palace with the blade slung over his shoulders. No one dared come out and stop him along the way. A skinny old man with the height of only 150 meters happened to be walking at this time in the palace’s innermost chambers. A set of ancient-looking armor hung in the center of the palace. The design was strikingly similar to Japanese armor from two centuries ago. In fact, Imada Armor was the name of this set of armor. When Imada was thirty years old, he wore this armor on the battlefield.

Sasuke asked. “Kit wanted it,” Mitsuhide replied. “Oh, Kit now?” Hideyoshi said. “She is Kit to all of you when at work, so she is Kit here,” Mitsuhide stated. “What is she at home then?” Ieyasu asked. “Mine. That’s what she is,” Mitsuhide said. “Damn, you fell hard,” Kenshin said. “Right into a brick wall,” Nobunaga “Really guys?” Mitsuhide asked. “What we are commiserating with you on the loss of your freedom. So when is the wedding going to be?” Masamune asked.

“Carmine red. Blood red.” “Ooh… Rosey red?” Mika asked. Jai nodded at her. There was this high certainty in his heart that Alex might really be that red haired guy in the tournament. He didn’t know what it is, but he’s leaning into that strong feeling. Saburo hummed. “The only clan that has that kind of hair color is the Akamine, and there’s only one person with red apple hair.” Harris nodded. “She’s the one who works with Bukubukucha family in the northeast. Her name is Akane Akamine.”

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

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.

I forced air into my lungs. I am Queen Ayamira. Gold light spread through the water. TRUE. The White Tide crown burned against my skull. A child cried somewhere beneath the chamber. I swallowed. I carry the blood of Ayame Rivers. The pool split into white and gold. TRUE. Not her body. Not her life. Her blood. Kiyomi stepped into the edge of the water. The red band around her wrist tightened. I am Kiyomi Rivers. The chamber went silent. FALSE. Hayate’s face emptied.

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.