Japanese Matures Novels & Stories

Dai nodded his head in encouragement. Jai chuckled. “That’s something I would like very much. Thank you. How may I call you two?” “My name is Hinako! And that is my big brother Daisuke!” Hina introduced the both of them energetically. “We are the Matsuri siblings and this is Yuri-Matsuri inn!” Daisuke officially welcomed him. Jai looked curious. For an unknown reason, he heard that in Japanese, but he understood the meaning as both lily and jasmine. “The Lily and Jasmine inn? Yuri?”

I spluttered. He picked up a stone and threw it into the lake, watching it bounce. "You don't think I know that? I've waited since I was eighteen to find her." He chuckled humorlessly, "It's been seven years. Favi and Josh found out they were mates the second she turned eighteen and Belinda and Luke met and mated two years after Belinda had turned eighteen. I've waited seven years for my mate and yet...nothing." I could feel my head spinning. I didn't know Jayson had wanted to find his mate so desperately. Anxious, I subconsciously fiddled with my mother's necklace.

Jimmy stepped forward, arms crossed, he gave a stupid smug look on his face like he had the nerve to judge me. “Why do you care if he lives?” he asked. “Didn’t you want him gone? An omega for a mate? That was the joke, right?” I lunged at him so fast he hit the wall. I had him by the throat, my eyes flickering gold and then back to black. “I DON’T KNOW!” I growl. “Okay? I don’t fucking know!”

He turned to me, his gaze sad. “Will you ever give me a chance to take care of you?” I reared back, my eyes widening. “I can’t throw away everything I’ve learned to fit into the role of a submissive mate.” Griff turned away from me and huffed a sharp breath.

‘Hmm, she somehow looks like you, a Japanese version of you. I started to freeze when I heard her say; a Japanese version of you. ‘Irina are you still there?’ my mother asked. ‘Hello?’ ‘Mom, is Grandma Japanese?’ ‘Yes, she is,’ she said. ‘Your grandfather had a business trip in Hokkaido where he met your grandmother,’ she added. ‘Okaasan is a very healthy living, every day she drinks green tea, and she exercises a lot, and she never eats too much,’ she said. ‘She looks a lot younger than her real age when she was alive.’

It feels fake. The Elder announces, "I now pronounce Domine Ashford and Ella Whitmore as mates! Let us bless them!" But right then— The giant screens in the temple suddenly flicker to life. Everyone freezes. Domine turns to look at the screen. The footage starts. It’s a cave. Ella is standing there, holding a small vial.

I narrow my eyes at Jude. "Well, I am sorry but that's just the way I talk," he defensively retorts. "Not in front of your elders," I said and glared at him. "Show some respect when you talk young man," I warn him and he rolls his eyes. "You don't look old and I know you're not an elderly woman. We look to be the same age" he said and I move to whack him on the head again but he just moves back quickly and held his hand up in surrender.

According to Jun, Nica was always the mastermind behind the pranks. "How old are you Jun?" "17." He grinned, "My birthday's in three weeks from now." "Wow. Same age as Nica. Then-..." We were startled by my mate springing up from the bed causing Jun and I to stand up too abruptly that our chairs fell back.

He folds his hands behind his head then leans backwards into the grass watching the clouds go by. “My Mate? What if she is my mate and she just didn’t see it yet?” Ezra looks questioning over to his friend who is trying to stay as calm and relaxed as he can. “Believe me Ez, if she was your Mate, you would know. It hits you and all out of a sudden only she matters to you. Everything and everyone else becomes unimportant. You see the World in a different light. She is what keeps you breathing even when you feel like there is nothing left to live for… Her pure existence keeps your world from falling apart.” Nero closes his eyes to keep himself from falling apart.

"Come with me and that's final. Go, change. I'll wait for you here," ___ And that's what happened. I smile at my reflection and glance at Jazeera who's sitting on top of my bed. She's wearing a red off-shoulder dress and her long black silky hair is in a high messy bun, letting a little bit of her hair hang on both sides of her face that emphasizes her feature more. She looks like a Goddess. "You've been staring at me for hours. Do you know that?" She suddenly speaks which causes me to blink my eyes and look back at my reflection.