Karin Kurosaki Novels & Stories

The Samurai" Nakamura, a highly skilled martial artist hailing from Japan. She has trained extensively in karate and muay thai, and is known for her lightning-fast kicks and powerful punches. Yuka is also a master of grappling techniques, and can quickly take her opponents down to the mat. In the opposite corner stood Maria "The Beast" Rodriguez, a fierce competitor from Brazil. Maria is a black belt in Brazilian jiu-jitsu, and is known for her incredible ground game. She is also a skilled striker, and can deliver devastating blows with both her fists and feet. Maria is famous for her never-say-die attitude, and is always looking for an opportunity to finish her opponents.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

Sakura was praying very hard Jane would miraculously appear and sort out this mess when she heard a commotion on the other side. She looked up to see the famous Japanese designer Mr. Tachibana coming toward them, his long hair—dyed bleach blond—flying and his long white robe fluttering about him. Beside him was the woman Sakura had been waiting eagerly to meet in person, the woman who had given birth to her twenty-five years ago, Haruka Tanaka, also known simply as Ms. Ruka. She was tall, Sakura realized, with strong, angular face, and thin nose that sat nicely on her face. She was very beautiful.

The giggling and severe inability to sing was kinda getting in the way. "You know Ella," Carlos said to me, putting an arm around my shoulder as we walked back to the house half an hour later, "Have you seen the Uzbekistani economy lately?" "Umm..." I said. "No?" "Honestly, are you some kind of simpleton?" he asked, "Hey Marco! Our brother has made this girl his Luna and she doesn't even know about Uzbekistan's economy! Can you believe that?!" "Well, you better educate the woman!" Marco exclaimed.

Doria, Nikolas's lover, was the only one who seemed to be struggling to hide her dislike for me. In the room, it was like I didn't exist anymore to Nikolas. His undiluted attention was focused on his mother. So were most of his cutting remarks. If I didn't know better. I would never believe the duo were a mother and son. I knew Nikolas was rather infamous for his ruthlessness in business world. Not to mention that my sister had suffered from that foul attitude, but I believed it was nothing compared to his nastiness towards his mother. I would have actually felt some semblance of pity for Lilika Sica if the woman wasn't such a spitfire herself. She had the perfect clap back for every of Niko

My heart couldn’t stop racing and soon, the scent grew stronger and I began to feel electric waves running through my veins, causing me to shiver. “Why isn’t it stopping?!” I grumbled in frustration. “Jessica?” His manly voice filled my ears like pleasant music, causing my knees to wobble. “Your name is Jessica, isn’t it?” He asked again. I slowly opened my eyes and lifted my head to see Alpha Kilhan standing right in front of me. He was dressed in all-black tailored suits and pants. His eyes pierced through my mask, staring right into my soul. I could hardly compose the words I wanted to say. His stare and aura made me blank in a way I disliked.

Returning to the living room she noticed that the door of her apartment was open, she should take care of it better, even more being a woman alone in a city that she didn't know very well, she walked to close the door and then decided that she would eat something, she opened the freezer to see exactly what was there, according to her father he had bought some lunch boxes from a nearby restaurant for her to eat during the week, this way she wouldn't have to worry about preparing food to take to lunch much less prepare something when she got home after work for dinner, everything was organized in the freezer with the labels of the date of manufacture and expiration, as she would not have to wo

’ [Yes] ‘Mind your own business. [The place looks messed up though] ‘What did you see? A kappa? Or did you see the kuchisake- onna?’ [Author’s Note: ‘kuchisake- onna’ is the ‘mouth-slit woman’] [Why would the kuchisake- onna be there?] ‘Weird right? That’s not all. Ritsu was sucked in by something other than the two of them.’ [You said you’re in Hokkaido. How long can you hold out?]

It made me out to be someone who knew everything, when I didn't even know everything. "Everything okay over here?" We all looked to see a man and a familiar woman walking our way. "Alpha Layton." One of the other patrol wolves said. "Queen Emiko." Emiko? That was a unique name for a woman to be named. I took a sniff and I smelled magic and a wendigo. "You're very intuned with your senses, Gamma Channing." She said, looking at me with a smile. "I am only half Wendigo though, my other half is Djinn. I am the first female of my two species."

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr