Kaori Miyazono Novels & Stories

“I don’t know... but something about her calms me. When I held her earlier, her pain disappeared. What does it mean, Kai? Are you connected to her wolf or something?” “What, do you think I’m some kind of Wi-Fi? Don’t be ridiculous,” Kai scoffed. “She’s not our mate. I can’t connect to her wolf. But you’re right—something about her scent keeps me on edge. Her aura is thick... heavy. It smells like... calm.” “But what caused her pain? Is she sick? Poisoned?”

That was already an achievement. At the small table by the window, she unwrapped an onigiri and took a sip of the orange juice box she bought from the konbini last night. Apple Music was playing random songs. “Koi wo Shita nowa” by Aiko started to flow through her earphones. For some reason, it fit the quiet morning perfectly. This morning… feel special. She put on dark jeans, a comfy T-shirt under a white sweater, then topped it off with a long grey winter coat she’d laid out the night before. On her feet—her favorite white New Balance sneakers.

“Yes. I don’t know how, but… I heard you say I’m brave, and that I’m safe here.” Calista’s mouth fell open, but before she could respond, the door creaked open, and the healer came in carrying a bowl of herbal soup usually given to the wolves who have just given birth. Sable was a small, wiry woman in her late 50s with sharp eyes that missed nothing, and she had a calming presence that had been a godsend during the chaos of my labor. “Sable,” Calista said, her voice still laced with shock. “Lyra just… she said she can hear my thoughts.”

Enzo groaned, rising from his seat. "Mmm, later," I muttered, barely looking up from my phone. "Tesoro!... Morning, Mia," his voice echoed, and my heart skipped. I looked up- There she was, My Wife. Dressed like a modern-day fairy, wrapped in a soft white gown that hugged her perfectly. For a second, I was jealous of the fabric. "Hi, Enzo" she smiled sweetly. "Er Tesoro... I was about leaving. Take care" he said, hugging her before heading out.

I take a sip from my cup to calm myself, I slightly lean back as I wait for her to make an appearance. The door opens and a petite body walks in. My eyes meet soft brown infused with honey color eyes, I think it’s hazel. My wolf howls in my head uncontrollably as he sees her, wanting to mark her and go raw with natural instincts. My gaze travels down her body desperately to see what Moon goddess has chosen for me. But confusion engulfs my head as I see her wearing a shirt and suit, further down I see pants. Wait, pants? Why?

I could complain, I've been home for days and I've never had a chance to take a walk then another mission, or at least that's what I thought. “Hello, Mr. Raiko, the IW president wants to talk to you”, said by Sabrien. White hair match with brown eyes. A fellow assassin. I could say, she is beautiful, wise, intelligent and a very good friend too. “But he is still in meeting with the senators. Please do wait for a moment”, she added. “Yeah sure”, I replied with a tone of annoyed with the situation.

I told my friend. He just nodded and walked towards his bathroom, wiping away at his eyes. I shook my head as I pulled out my phone. I was going to hate myself for this. I found the person I was looking for and tapped their number. I lifted my phone to my ear and sighed, as my mate was glaring at me. I barred my teeth at him with a growl. "Hello?" A familiar voice asked. "This is Emiko Arachne Botan, Queen of Fae, Arachnids, and Wendigos."

Kuroko was walking slowly so as not to startle her. “Hey…” He said softly. Hikari couldn’t hear him. To cope with her anxiety, she puts on her earphones and plays music up to the loudest her phone could go. Kuroko stood behind her and noticed her phone. She was listening to a song entitled “Sunflower Promise” by an artist named Black Moon. Kuroko was reluctant upon approaching Hikari. He decided to leave her alone when he bumped into the piano causing a string of sound to come out. Hikari whipped her head in his direction and Kuroko was unable to hide.

I replied with a smile. " So you are" he asked with a smile. " Ā watashi no manā o mite. I am sorry. I am Haru Salvador. I am Miss Pierce's assistant and a designer" I smiled and shake my hands with both of them. "Oh. Hi Haru nice to meet you" Yoshi said to me "You know me. But still Iam Yoshiyuki Hatori and this my friend here is Zen Kirishima" he added. I looked towards him and forwarded my hand for a shake. The moment he took my hand to shake I could feel a tingling feeling rushing through my arms. The moment he touched me my heart skipped a beat. Unable to move, yet drawn forward by some invisible force, I didn’t know what to do. I don’t usually lose confidence in myself, having dealt wi

Hitomi Kirisawa had always been a fan of classical music, though her favourites were actually the piano pieces composed by the South Korean piano music composer, Yiruma. Yuri clenched her hands into fists by her sides, not showing any emotions outwardly. “How many people have you threatened or killed in order to attain that piece of information?” Yuri spoke blandly, betraying nothing in her voice at all. Kami ignored that snipe at him, and smiled a small and grim smile at Yuri. “It’s been a long time, Yuri-chan,” he said. “You’ve grown up.” Yuri’s right eye twitched visibly before she glared at Kami, her hands still clenched into fists by her sides. She gritted her teeth together with slight