Karin Jinsui Novels & Stories

she said, afraid that she might have been too obvious. “Your face looks very familiar” the lady added. On hearing this Amira’s heart started thumping. “You must be the wife of the blacksmith” the lady said getting even closer to her. With great relieve that she wasn’t recognized, she face her and played along. “I’m vina” the lady said extending her hand for a hand shake. “I....I’m , Am .....m... Mika” Amira stuttered. Vina chatted with her for a bit, and she noticed she loved talking. But then she was such a beautiful lady and she wandered what brought her here.

How could she have defeated two high-ranking Omegas who were going to be promoted after the next battle as assassins? “So you’re also brutal…” She turned around, searching for my voice. If I hadn’t seen what she did, I would have fallen for her inability to sniff me out. “Alpha Ryu.” She forced a smile. “How can I help you?” Pretense? She was going with pretense on this one. How much more does she want to play this game? I can literally smell her scent; ever since I fought her underneath those cloaks, I knew she wasn’t a sword wielder. The more reason I wanted to keep her in sight and out of my business.

She had worked hard for revenge against Akiko and tried to enter the world of the wealthy to show Kenji that she wasn’t just an ordinary woman he could ignore. But in the end, it didn’t matter. Kenji would never look at her with any real interest. For Kenji, she was like dust on a table. Whether a speck of dust was there or not wouldn’t matter to him. Her presence wasn’t significant enough to impact his life. “Do I have to...” “You ultimately chose her! You chose something so vile and love your own niece?! You’re disgusting!” Karin screamed. All the plans she had prepared were forgotten. This was her second defeat, and her outburst wasn’t part of the plan—it was pure anger.

K didn't leave and that's all that was what's important "Hi," K greeted with an inviting smile, already stepping towards him. She looked sexy in her black leather mini skirt and striped black and white shirt. She paired it with an army green parka and low cut Vans sneakers. She kind of reminded Jesse of Nancy Spungen's infamous black and white photo - the one that was taken by Mary Ellen Mark. "Hi," he greeted back, feigning to sound remote and detached. He didn't want to look like he was so desperate over her. He wanted to act chill. Like he would do without her.

I read the contents of that document a few more times as if I had memorized all the information. I found out that her name is Karina Tumbaga, she’s twenty-five, and she’s only ahead of me only one year but her face looks younger than my face. She had a boyfriend but left when she was probably pregnant. That was more than a year ago. And because of that, he has never into a good relationship. Karina’s mother has a tumor in her heart and maintains a medication, while she supported her two other siblings in her studies. Karina only finished high school. Changed jobs as a server or sometimes a cleaner. Until she lost her job a year ago.

Cassius refused, shaking his head while keeping his face flat. “Now I know why my gut feeling wanted me here,” Karinna said suddenly with a beaming smile, “Because she fights like you, if I had not come here, neither would you to witnessed her similar style. I told you.” She added a wink to Cassius, whose smile only touched the edges of his lips. “A neat skill indeed,” Rex said, getting a broad smile from Karinna in response. “Well, Dilo and I have a date to attend before it gets too late, so we must excuse ourselves.”

But today, in this formal setting, she seemed transformed. Karen's demeanour exuded a sense of authority and sophistication. Her movements were graceful and deliberate, indicating a woman accustomed to being in control. Her clear, direct gaze and the slight smile that played on her lips conveyed a mixture of warmth and professionalism. Rachna found herself captivated by Karen's charisma, a magnetic quality that drew people to her.

She looked beautiful. I read over the caption. “These ruby earrings make me feel like love is possible. They are my favourite piece.” -Kiara Van Kline (CEO of Van Kline jewellers). I felt my heart rapidly beat as I reread the caption. Vixen’s real name was Kiara. It was a stunning name that fit her perfectly. She was a Van Kline and the CEO of the company I stole from. My luck couldn’t get any worse.

If I didn't need this job, I would just step down, to avoid problems,' thought Karin. She got up from sitting on the floor and walked towards the sink. Wash her face with cold water. She then saw the reflection of her face in the mirror on the sink. 'Why does Mr Ryan insist on seeing my face? My face is very similar to my mother. However, I don't want to have the same fate as a mother," Karin monologued. She touched her light brown eyes and natural blonde hair. Karin does have Indonesian blood from her mother, who has mixed Indonesian-American blood.

Jason has a goddamn fiancée now? I automatically turned to study this Karina more closely. She really was breathtakingly beautiful in that classic, high-society debutante kind of way - with a perfectly symmetrical face, full, pouty lips, and the kind of slim yet curvy figure that would make any man weep. She was wearing an elegant white dress with delicate golden patterns adorning the fitted bodice and neckline that exposed just a teasing hint of tanned, toned cleavage. "Maisie Smith! Isn't that like, a foreigner name or something?" Karina asked in a tone that was more playfully curious than outright rude as she elegantly tossed her long hair over her shoulder, letting the silky strands casc