Iruma Miu Novels & Stories

TOP ON LEADERBOARD: NUMBER: SCORES: 1ST: FLORENCE MIL 09 - 9 2ND: AGATHA PEREZ 10 - 8 3RD: GAIL AMERSON 07 - 4 4TH: JENNIE LAZON 02 - 4 5TH: KRYLLE SU 04 - 3 6TH: JONNA KIM 01 - 1 7TH: SOLENE TIAR O3- 0 8TH: HELLERY JOES 05 - 0 9TH: BEATRICE SHUN 06 - 0 10TH: VENN TRICE 08 - 0

she said, gesturing for my brothers to sit. Darius quickly put down the stack of glasses he was carrying and grabbed a seat right after Elijah took his. “So?” we asked in unison, all eager to see our girl. “I present to you, Riko Shiraishi.” mom smiled, stepping out of the way. My jaw dropped. If this were a cartoon, my jaw would have hit the floor, and my eyes would be bugging out of their sockets.

Finally, after an exchanged of few words with Finrod, the woman noticed them. She bowed her head and regarded all of them. “My name is Magor.” That was all she said before she went silent again. Everybody looked at her imploringly to hear more of her but it was futile. She just stared back at them with her face expressionless. “You have to excuse her.” Finrod intervened. “Dragons naturally prefer to stay silent. A complete opposite to our fellow mermen here but you’ll get along enough.”

Her posture was immaculate, her shoulders squared and chin lifted as she met my eyes. “Here, in case you didn’t get one.” She gave me a purely polite smile, one that seemed to be perfected over the years. The smile was of pure professionalism, one that offered nothing but polite conversation. She was one of the contestants here to win, I noticed. It was easy to tell the difference between those here to win, and those here for the adventure of Iridian. She had that same competitive glint in her eyes as Abel, Liliana, and many of the other contestants.

His gaze briefly paused on her exquisite facial features before saying, "You're one of the elites from the Shinto Way challenging the Martial Arts Alliance, aren't you?" "You have good eyes. No wonder you're so bold," the woman scoffed. "I'm one of the Three Primary Disciples of Shinto Way, Mitsuki Fujiwara. I have defeated half of the so-called prodigies from your country's Martial Arts Alliance. I was going to defeat a few more, but your challenge has ruined my plans."

Lucian Dragomir just looked at me and the Blazing Wukong in my soul did a full kowtow. I am seventeen, 100 % Japanese 100 % walking solar flare, and I have never once been rendered mute. Until now. He’s sitting there, eating fries like a normal senior, except every time he blinks the overhead lights flicker and the air smells like Carpathian pine and lightning. I march over before my friends can stage an intervention. Seras (voice only shaking a little): “Lucian Dragomir, right? Seras Himuari Nakamura. You just put Remy on his ass like it was choreography, and I think my heart just filed for citizenship in your general vicinity.”

And it’s like my entire body erupts in goosebumps as he floats right into me – and through me! Three hundred and sixty degrees around us, all the videos freeze. Next, the monitors show people doing things backwards, chirping like chipmunks and getting noticeably younger and shorter as the days tick by. But the one common thread running through all these scenes, directly or indirectly, is Septimus’s object of affection. Rina, that’s her name, short for Oriana. I learn this instinctively yet again, or perhaps through telepathy from Septimus. Rina is a Catholic Italian woman who’s a girly girl outside but harbors a secret obsession with rock ‘n’ roll and heavy metal.

After straightening her robe, she looked up and her gaze locked with Merrick’s. “Hi, I’m Iris.” Her nostrils flared. “I’m Merrick. You. Smell. Incredible.” “I do?” Her ears turned red at his low growl. “Oh for fuck’s sake not another one!” Lucien face palmed himself, flinching when Nyla thumped him on the shoulder. “Nyla!” “What? I told you to watch your language!” She hissed. “I can’t believe Merrick found his mate before me.” Lucien huffed, crossing his arms. The scent of jealousy that emanated from him caught Ronin’s nose. It was instantly stamped down with indifference.

The blonde woman screamed as she ran towards Karish, her breasts bouncing up and down with each step. "Meli!" Karish replied with a big smile on her face. I saw the blonde woman jump in Karish's arms and wrap her legs around his waist. WHO THE FUCK IS IT! I screamed in his face.

His friendly smile put me at ease. “So…first day at college and you are already in trouble. You must be a bad girl,” Eddie winked. “No way! I was just running late, that’s all,” I giggled nervously. “I am joking. My name is Eddie, as you heard Ms. Barns say. What’s your name?” Eddie asked me. “Marina,” I replied. “Marina, what a beautiful name. It suits you.” Eddie smirked. “Tha…thanks,” I stammered. Ugh, why did I have to be so shy about everything? Eddie didn’t seem like the kind of guy who likes a mumbling idiot.