Katakuri Novels & Stories

you damn drooling adult. "Oh, Gomen, I mean, sorry!, "I immediately wiped my drool with my sleeves. "Are you Kai Shiwabaka?" he asked, "Miss Grey sent me here to accompany you." "Ah, what?," I inquired with confusion. "My name again?," I know what I heard, just to make sure... "Aren't you Kai Shiwabaka?" With a doubtful face this time, he replied. 'Shiwa', her shortcut of Watashi wherein in Nippon, it means 'me' while ba'ka---

“What are you talking about, great one? Have I by error or omission offended you?” “Tufia kwa gi.” The native doctor spat, “Ichoro ino na-ana mara egbe di ime, okwa ya (you want to determine the pregnancy of a hawk by looking at it, right?). You have failed. Bet me, you have failed.” “But wise one, I don’t understand what you are talking about,” Ejima frowned but did not meet those dark eyes. “You will not understand until nemesis catches up with you.” The Dibia hissed and continued down the path, cursing and fussing.

Kenji cursed under his breath, grabbed his car keys, and called Inoue. "Get me connected to Kyoko Fujita, immediately!" * Zabuton: a cushion designed for sitting on tatami

Levi said and Kiran hit the gavel on the table. “Your Highness,” Nick said as he looked at Kai but he dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

The creature from below climbed onto the final step. Its massive body blocked the staircase. Scales covered it from throat to tail, pale as old bone. The hanging lanterns beneath its horns burned with gold fire. It lowered its head toward Shigure. He did not raise his weapon. Still angry? The creature snapped at him. Its jaws closed inches from his face. Shigure smiled faintly. Yes. Kiyomi stared. You know that thing? It has a name. What? Harun. The creature rumbled. The bridge shook.

They ate in easy silence at first, but soon, she started asking him questions. Simple things. "What's your favorite movie?" He shrugged. "Don't have one." She gasped dramatically hands on her heart . "Blasphemy." He smirked. "What's yours?" "Easy. Baby ." He groaned. "Figures." She stuck out her tongue. " What's your favorite color?" Kane hesitated. "Black." She snorted. "That's not a color." His gaze darkened. "It is to me." Mona giggled, shaking her head. "Fine. Black it is."

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

''So the brave and bold dragon lord Zutara and her mighty dragon Sephiata, that sounds so much better, you and me we are gonna kick ass at this aren't we'' ''And crush balls too'' Zutara said dreamily and Sephiata snickered. ''What?!'' ''I just... you know how dragon lords have nicknames like, The Mountain, The Conqueror, The Whip, what if you are called The Ball Crusher'' she snickered again and Zutara giggled '' Just imagine the look on Riz's face when she says water sage to The Ball crusher'' "No mine's better,'' Zutara straightened her spine arching her shoulder like Riz and mimicking her voice '' I am Riz ball crushing water binder '' she drawled, girl and dragon dissolved into peals

I hope he’s paying attention. “Yūri?” Mayu nudged. I blinked. “Yes.” I answered. Riko smiled. “Repeat after me.” Riko nodded. “I, Yūri… I don’t know your full name.” She blinked in realization. “Yūri Aiko Hatake.” I smiled, embarrassed that I had not been paying attention. Riko nodded. “I, Yūri Aiko Hatake, take you, Hibiki Ryū Konishi, to be my husband. To have and to hold from this day forward. For better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do us part." she nodded for me to repeat.

Telling this story still shakes me to my core. “So Kate, after a warrior, who is the next strongest?” I ask. “A Gamma,” she responds, “Yes and then who?” I ask again, “A Beta,” she answers, “and then finally who is the strongest in the Pack, Kate?” “The Alpha,” she finally answers. “Good girl, so you know your hierarchy well. Tell me Kate, is Beta Gregory still there?” I ask. Pausing and looking with recognition, she whispers, “Yes, he is still there. Was it him who attacked your mate?” she asks.