Karin Kurosaki Novels & Stories

He loved how her stares made him feel. --- The night was still young. Jesse and K were out again on the street. They just finished eating, both of them were feeling so full and satisfied with their meal. Jesse got them Shoyu ramen bowls. K was berating him for eating the pork char siu slices on the side, being that he was Jewish. He just laughed it off, clearly rebellious of his faith and even went as far as mocking Judaism. He remarked that it was getting tougher and tougher to be a bad Jew. And that if necessary, he would kill his rabbi with a pork chop without any hesitation, should his religion be an impediment at how he wanted to live his life. K was so amused at Jesse's shrewd thinking

Casey is a loud type,a social bird who makes friends anywhere she goes,she's love by everyone for her intelligence and outspokenness,never shy to speak her mind no matter how much the crowds are. Meanwhile,Alex is the cool type,always reserved and think before talking,sometimes he gets too shy around strangers. He's the smartest among them but would rather keep his opinion to himself,he has won numbers of awards in school for his brilliancy. They are both child models and are really popular in the modeling world especially when they are the popular Campbell kids. "Come on Alex,why would you want to try sushi? Isn't that Korean food?" Casey asked "I'm so glad you know Casey,so stop acting lik

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

“Thank you for bringing Selene. I needed that.” “It’s my job to help you find your path,” she replied, her smile bright. “And remember, it’s okay to lean on others. You’re not alone.” As I prepared for another round, I felt a sense of unity between me, Janet, and Adrian. We were all working towards the same goal, and that bond gave me strength. With each strike, I pushed away the remnants of my guilt and pain. I was Annalise, a warrior, a protector. I wouldn’t let Marcus or anyone else take that from me again.

She wore a white and gold trench coat with a gray cotton shirt and white pants and open toed sandals. A smell similar to a combination of cedar and lavender wafted in Kronos’s nose. This woman must be of the Ryoharu Kitsune Tribe. The Kitsune were known assassins, sneaky, intelligent, and masters at deception. Kronos looked at the other female who looked to be a few winters older than Kronos. She had a narrow face with a cleft chin. She had long silver hair that was braided. She was tall, standing at least six foot nine, and burly for a woman. She wore a scowl that Kronos suspected was usual for her.

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

Dan asks her, an incredulous look on his face. “Yes, Daniel, I want to hear about the mystery men not about how you use your equipment,” she says scrunching up her nose, but then she leans in to whisper to me, “I do need to hear about your first time later though.” I just smile, and roll my eyes nodding at the meddlesome girl. “Alright, the first guy I met was … um, Josh, I think. He was a blonde. Blue eyes. Charming. Very charming, and very respectful. He seemed more like a going steady type of a guy than a hookup though.”

Celeste (already pulling out my phone): “Private portal leaves tomorrow. Rowan’s paying. He lost a bet.” Rowan appears in the doorway holding a credit card and resignation. Rowan: “I hate all of you. Pack light. Kōjin sulks when people are late.” 24 hours later – Mount Atago, Kyoto Prefecture The mountain is on fire in the best way (eternal flames that don’t consume, just dance). Kōjin is waiting at the top. He looks exactly like Seras if she were eight feet tall, made of magma, and wearing a chef’s apron that says “Kiss the Cook or Get Charred.”

"Ah.. what kind of nasty things that I will get through after this' She knows everything, even the stupid mystery that she is supposed to solve. The system is not helping which means it cannot lock any information in secret. Only the three-screen that she got from the first world and the two items can work. Other than that is useless and what's worst is that she can't upgrade her sense. If she tries to raise the stats then her sense will get even low. Well, that one is already off the chart. It's not like she can't taste, see, walk or feel textures of something. No, its non of them but pain. Yes, she can't feel excessive pain. Even if she cuts one of her fingers, she can just sew it back in

“Hasn’t anyone taught you to watch where you’re going?” Lying on the floor, dazed and trying to blink the stars from her eyes— Sakura Hoshino is pulled up by the front of her cleaning uniform. As her legs dangle above the ground, she comes face-to-face with a pair of heterochromic eyes— one black, and one a deep shade of purple. “Or were you just trying to get my attention, darling?”. It can’t be— Aronohai Misa?. Fuck. This day has to be fucking cursed!.