Ikemen Go Novels & Stories

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

she asked in an anxious tone. "It's okay, why does my head hurt anyway?" I asked confusedly, although now the pain has been reduced because it has been compressed with ice cubes. "Anu, Bro Will. that... I think Bro Will is a thief," she said. "Huh? How could it be? Is the security here very maintained, especially Mr. Uhan, the security guard here is always 24/7, How can be a thief anyway in here?" I asked in disbelief at what he did. But I saw with my own eyes there was Pak Uhan patrolling in front of the gate when Bi Em dumped the garbage. "Yes, that was the beginning. Because Kak Will stood still sculpting near the wall like a thief, continued out of curiosity I approached, deh." Mida Kak

AMEIRA finished performing with her own band. Three weeks have passed and for the three weeks, she has been singing. Sometimes she performs on the street to increase her income and often takes part in various bar gigs as well. "Are you coming? We'll eat outside," Marvin Cagayan asked Ameira as she got off the stage. She didn't bother to fix the used instruments because someone else would use them. They aren't just the band that performs here, they are also famous and have producer bands as well.

"But...but...you can still save your people. A little token in return is all I ask to seal my lips." "I will send your head back to your Igwe." Ikemefuna beat his chest and groaned like a wounded dog, "We are one. We are fearless. We are, Umu Ejima (children of Ejima), we cried, we shrieked, we screamed and the God of gods answered. Nothing can overcome us, not even the king of Ame." "Umu Ejima you say?" Ume asked. "Haha, you sound surprised." "Because I am" Ume whispered as he tried to place two and two together. "How can that be? I know a woman called Ejima. She never had a child of her own."