Juri Futa Novels & Stories

"You know I'm bad with dice games, Jouri. Let Mr. Frankton roll." "Whatever, it's your decision. Also, you shouldn't ask for their opinion!" Jouri exclaimed, already locked in. Alda smiled, while Frank rolled the dice to reveal five sixes. On the other hand, Meg got two threes and four, five, six—a terrible roll. "Do whatever you like." Jouri was smart enough not to resist, having thought of how to handle her punishment already. "We'll go first. One three!" "A pair," Frank followed up.

Zhuri’s mother stood before me, her eyes filled with disgust as if I had dared to speak above my station. “Tovar and Zhuri have been lovers since childhood!” she snapped. “He was only forced to get mated to you because the moon cursed him by making him your fated mate! He gave you conditions! Give him an heir in three years and get marked by him as the Fang Mother of the pack! But a barren dried land like you couldn’t!” Her words cut deeper than her hand. “Why shouldn’t he become mates with Zhuri, whom his heart beats for, when she is worthy of being his mate?”

She sat up straight against the wall and closed her eyes. This morning she came to Shaira's office at the Eternal building to wait for the announcement of who will be the judges in the Top Ten Models of The Year selection. "... mention the names of the judges who have been selected, namely Mr. Ken Tajima--fashion observer and main director of Mind Mode Japan and Korea, a world fashion magazine which has been a fashion rule for twenty years in Japan, Korea and several Asian countries. The second jury is Mrs. Pujha Ameera Nath, a senior jewelery designer, who has twenty-eight years of experience in the world of fashion, especially jewelery and accessories. She is also the founder of the Glamor

the judge continued, flipping through the pages of a notebook he had brought with him. “And when will the trials' last phase begin? ” Luciana inquired. She had been deafeningly quiet for the majority of the time. She knew exactly why the proceedings were being handled with such carelessness: the whole thing had been rigged. Even though Jalon outshined her, the trials had already been completed and she had already been named the champion of Ithea. If the results had been released at that precise moment, Jalon would have been in first place, with her in second and Norval last, and she knew it.

“He brought the girl here, Gabriel. He feels responsible that she is now in this… predicament.” “Nevertheless, you’re too close to the girl to sit in on the trial. Only mates are allowed to accompany the defendant.” Mates. There's that word again. I so desperately wanted to ask questions but now wasn’t exactly the time. “Then I am allowed.” Zak says and his mother shoots him a warning look that he ignores. “She is my mate.”

While driving, Jack explains to me that Arthur is his brother and that they planned to put in the other Minotaurs' drink some special weeds that would have put him to sleep for 12 hours, but my way worked too lol. I guess there was no need to fuck Arthur, but I do not regret it, as it was amazing sex. We are finally here, at my castle, at my birthplace, in my kingdom, The Land of Futanari, where everyone knows who I am and they give me their respect all the time. Maria finally woke up, and the beauty of my land mesmerized her, with all the creatures and all the futanari people. She takes my hand and we enter the castle together, followed by Jake.

"That's Zarn," Jia says suddenly and I look at her. "Which one," Fiadh says and Jia swallows before answering. "The Makskin. We danced twice," Jia says and I grow curious. Zuri and Fiadh have both had champions approach them after their fights, so maybe this is the male for Jia. I look back at the field and study the burgundy-colored alien with a more critical eye.

Before he could speak again the arbitrator walked forward and looked a both of them . " Today is the last match ! The final match where the next Heir will be announced . Who will win , miss Kiara or sir Justin ?! That has to yet be learned . Continue ! Let the best win ! " said the arbitrator and went down the stage leaving Kiara and Justin facing each other . Kiara took her position and made her first move . Justin blocked her attack and started to fight . The crowd looked at both of them with a surprised expression . They weren't cheering for anyone . Now they were only whispering among themselves and talking about the strange result .

“Well…” He just chuckled and scrolled on his phone, bringing up an article and showing his screen to me. It was a picture of Arian helping me out of the car and there was another of us coming out, when he had cracked a really bad and really old Italian joke that lit up my entire face with laughter. “Wow, they’re beautiful” I said and meant it, They really were. The heading read *“Billionaire Marchetti Spotted on a date, could put most eligible bachelor already be taken?” *

"And don't say ain't." "Watch Mama!" Jazzy leaped out of the chair before anyone could react. She almost made it but her little shoe hooked onto the arm and she went splat to the floor. She looked up accusingly with her dark gray eyes, as if her Mama or Aunt Eboni had put a curse on her for not listening. Then the tears began.