Kambi Novels & Stories

the girl in ponytail said cheerfully and twirled. "What are you talking about?," Iktanne replied, completely baffled. The girls looked at her with a bit of confusion at her remark but wasn't bothered by it. "You see, Iktanne-sama, some of our relatives live in the northern province of Japan. Right now, our Empire's northern barracks have detected anomalies that involve about one and a half dozen of Giant bandits attacking villagers from there. Remember the sudden appearance of a tsunami a couple of weeks ago? General Gary of the North barracks sent a report to the Academy that those bandits were the ones responsible for that happening," the girl in pigtails explained.

After a few greetings, we explore the store first. I was in awe as I explore the store. The ceiling panels are made of textile made from the fiber of local leaves, with the woman's leather goods area showcasing bamboo teardrops lamps made by Filipino craftsmen. The private lounge's sliding doors mimic capiz windows while rugs bear designs that echo complex tribal tattoo patterns. There's a breezy tropical feel to the space but the approach to achieving this cabana vibe is light and understated. There are also Filipino artworks here and there made of strips of acrylic, handwoven abaca, polyester fabric, and a tasteful mix of cord, rope, and tapestry.

When he woke, he was always alone. Far away, across an ocean, the mountain shuddered. A crack split the side of a cave sealed for three millennia. Dust cascaded. Rocks shifted. Inside, a skeleton stirred. Goat’s skull. Lion’s fangs. Serpent’s tail. Fused together by ancient fire. The Chimera. Its spine arched. Bones clattered like drums. Hollow lungs filled not with air but with hate. And its eyes — three burning coals — flared open. The name travelled on the wind, across seas, into the marrow of the world.

Champagne stood in the alley waiting for the metal rusty door to be opened, She had sent a text to her best friend Sam asking to meet here. The old neon sign above flicked on and off in red, it felt like it was representing her mood. Champagne debated on telling Sam to fix the sign or not but what was the use. Lazy Sam would agree to fix it but then forget about it the next instant The rustling sound of the door made her look up at the same time Sam appeared.

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

I replied. He brought me over to a couple that I had seen around the pack before, but I didn’t know their names. “This is my friend Zach from school and his mate Kim.” They both waved at me. Zach was tall with curly brown hair and Kim was petite with dirty blonde hair. He then turned me to another couple that also looked familiar. “This is my friend Brooke from school, and her mate, Tim.”

he gave me a purple coloured fruit. " Thank you" I said as I ate the fruit, it was cold in my mouth " hmmmm it's delicious" "What's this one called?" I asked " It's called Cula friut" he replied. " I love it, I love them all apart from the red fruit I ate earlier" I said I could still feel the bitter taste on my tongue. Prince Liam laughed holding his stomach. It was the first time he was laughing and he looked more like Master Derek. " The Rodar friut , it's a medicinal friut. We usually give it to people who are in pains or in coma" he said and then something clicked on my mind.

I wore on an optimistic smile but deep down I just wanted this to be done quickly. "But I gave you something to wear" My mother whispered as she poured the limoon into each glass. "Over here, we have a centurion's meal, known as the kushari-" She started as she opened the steaming dish. "We have macaroni and rice with lentils, topped off with tomato sauce and garlic vinegar" She described the food porn. "And in each glass is limoon, basically lemon and sugar with ice" She said as she took her sit. "This was my mother's favorite. And she always kept a secret ingredient to make it perfect" She added.

Kiara had a good way of guilt tripping one, "I don't know yet I just think there's something we can do about the guy." Kiara grinned, "What's that?" "Well let's try to find out more about him," Shelly suggested. "Hmm, where?" Shelly grinned. "Facebook." Grinning like maniacs they both grabbed the nearest laptops and typed in his name. ADAM KINCAID. "There's like fifty people answering the same name." Kiara groaned. "Yeah," Shelly agreed, "There's one that's different though." She clicked on the profile a power bike was displayed as the profile picture.

I jump of afraidness and immediately hold my hands on the stranger's hands on my eyes. "Who's this?" I ask. "Guess who, Kanka." When a manly voice says this I immediately notice who this is. "Kanka!" I say excited and turn to face Kerem. 'Kanka' is in Turkish and means 'buddy' in English. We used to call each other often like that. And now that I think of that it would be weird if we get married and still call us Kanka. "Where have you been, Asli? Not even telling me anything about your run away, I feel ashamed!" He chuckles. Kerem would never be mad at me and that's one of the reasons why nobody could ever replace him as my best friend.