Izumi Sena Novels & Stories

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame

Uncle mumbled enough to my hearing with a fake smile plastered on his lips so as not to give Jason, Alpha Sage’s beta. Jason’s tall and imposing figure with piercing blue eyes, stood by a sleek black SUV. He nodded at me curtly, his expression stern. "it's time to go." I took a deep breath and walked towards the vehicle, sparing my uncle a last-minute look. Jason opened the door for me, and I climbed in, settling into the plush seat. Jason got down and helped me out just in time the doors breaking open and revealing an aged woman probably around the age of 62 with a smile plastered on her lips.

“You don’t have to take up the role. Please. Don’t worry about it now. This is why I didn’t want to tell you just yet; I wanted to wait until you were at least feeling less like you’d been rammed into a brick wall repeatedly.” Leda laughs “Oh. That hurt.” Lise returns, opening the door and allowing Nam in first before she peers round the doorframe. I roll my eyes at her. “Come on.” I instruct Leda. “Let’s get you sat up.” Nam moves to the bed and takes hold of the corner of Leda’s pillow. “Hello.” he smiles “I am Dr Dumuzid. I’ve been taking care of you whilst you’ve been here.” “Where is here?” Leda asks.

Isabella felt tears in her eyes but she did not cry, she nodded as she trembled and forced her mind to go numb. " Put these on," the woman said handing her a pair of heels ,And sit down you have cuts and bruises all over your legs. She shook as she slid on the heels as the woman covered her cuts and bruises with makeup. She soon called Fernando into the room who looked Isabella up and down before he motions for her to follow him.

The clearing glowed with the twinkling fairy lights that adorned every tree, and the torches that had been lit along the path to illuminate the participants' way. Brand stood in front of the Yggdrasil feeling like his throat was being constricted by a stiff collar rather than a soft tunic. He wore a bearskin over one shoulder to symbolize strength and protection. He was also glad of its warmth as the first snows had started to fall just in the last week. He huffed as Brodi clapped him on the shoulder. "Nervous yet?" he asked with a smile, adjusting the leather hauberk that held his broadsword across his back and the belt at his waist where the sheath for his ceremonial dagger rested.

"The King of Zenrada?" "Yes." "I was just traveling with him and a girl called Zaramanni. They-" Ezeman sat straighter, surprise in his eyes. "You were traveling with them?" "Yes. They needed to take a shorter route to get to The Big Tear and I led them there." "Fuck," Ezeman cursed loudly, his exclamation disturbing the atmosphere. Digging his fingers into the softness of Alisha's buttocks, the fairy angrily spoke to himself. "How could I have missed such a great chance?"